Time changed everything for him, so he wanted to blame, to push all his responsibilities upon. Being the very creature that he was, the kind of species that lived as long as he did time was but an excuse to be used when wanting to get out of certain obligations. This was one that Justus had pushed off for far too long, one that had finally caught up to him now that he had settled in a new home in Arethil. One of his stature couldn’t shuck his duties for too long; it didn’t matter how many decades passed for a pure blood; the council would always find him no matter where he stood.
He was of noble standing with certain obligations, and duties that had to be fulfilled. One of those particular obligations was to take up one of the council seats with the other pure blood families, another would be soon pushed upon him by the elders. He loathed the idea of taking his father's seat at the council table, to listen to the families bicker about old holy wars and ways that were no longer being followed by the fledglings.
Justus had left much of his old life behind to serve another for a time, a great injustice served to the other families as they like to remind him. His family often sought him out with no luck, as he had grown in power with the ability to shut them out of any links that may pull them to his locations.
It was time to mature so to speak, take up the mantle that was readily available. With that Justus settled in a very elegantly crafted manor not too far from the nearest city, the very craftsmanship screamed elven. With his own touch of style in the inside, it soon beamed with life as a pack of wolves took up the woods near his manor protecting the lands of their master.