<font color=#a1987a><font color=white></font> How am I still alive?</font>

She is indeed, rough around the edges, not something Paldor finds attractive in a female, well... not that he knows of at any rate. His only love was as sweet as cherry pie, so sweet that the only person he can think of that reminds him of his Countess is that freakishly happy Rainbow. And that girl grated on his every nerve for that exact reason. To happy. For him now at least. He had once been a nice guy, sweet and gentle, carring and loving, innocent some might say. But after the fire storm he'd lost all hope in his ability to be kind and caring, gentle and loving, innocence was lost the day the winds whipped up their ferious might causing the tunnel of air to sprout upwards into the sky and begin to suck everything up like a hoover vaccume. The thunder and lightning had cause the start of the fire, arching down out of the sky. As he stands near the entrance of the den he remembers watching it touch down on the ground and then the smoke began to thrive. The winds had whipped up the air, causing the fire to rage, ripping up large trees and throwing them across the forested platue much like a child throwing toys.

Her words are ignored, even her snap at him is ignored other than a slight flicker of his eyes as the pure white no pupil voids look directly at her as she starts to walk into the den. At least she wasn't stupid. Flames boiled up in his vision though taking over his mind as he moves to sit closer to the entrance and give her the space to lay down. It wasn't that he cared about her having enough room, or that he didn't want to be close to her because she was vile or anything like that. But Paldor didn't sleep with others in a den, he talked to much in his sleep to keep his secrets safe within his mind. Awe Pal, your doing such a good job at keeping her safe. Hopefully she wont go up in flames too he doesn't speak a word, no growl leaves his lips. He ignores the voice as the flames hollow out a void in his mind, keeping him safe from the intrusion of his old friend and the theif who'd stolen his Countess. He would stand watch, keeping an eye out on the weather and as soon as this blizzard was over he would leave. To where, he didn't know.

"talks like this"

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