He would meet with Ishtar after this, as the meeting came to a close, no matter what their Queen had spoken during, he had thoughts floating through his mind that couldn't be quelled. All of this, it was to much. The blind-eye'd man is swift, turning from the meeting without a word and finding his own personal way back to the two dens. His was only feet from hers, hidden in the rocks with barely enough coverage to keep him semi-dry when the rains came. But enough that he would be left alone if need be. He went into his den, a strip of skin lay on the ground with various bones in the center. Carefully he gathered the sides together in the center and grabbed the bunch by the top, he moved outside again and moved to be wtihin a few feet of Ruv's den. Seating himself on the ground he looked regal if only he didn't appear more of a popper in appearence.
He is patient on this day, something that can not be found on other days, any day really for that matter. That calm about him, stranger by the way that he seems to mumble to himself.
You can't be that daft Paldor, you can't begin to believe that these devils will believe you! he shakes his head, the conversation had been the same all through out the meeting.
"There is only one way about it Charming, you know this." They wont listen to you any more than we did "Duchess would have if you hadn't be such an idiot" it is not about me, or the Duchess, it is about you. Would you want the same to happen here? "It wont happen here, I have been over this time and time again" what's so different about this place? why is it so much better? "There are others here, like myself. I can feel it in my bones," a pile of chicken bones! "Shut it Charming! These are not chicken bones!" a noise behind him makes his eyes close tight shut.
"How long have you been standing there?" he asks, knowing it to be who it was, he had after all, asked her to come here this time. And it was her den, so why should he be worried. Because she of all might know his weakness. He slowly turns around, the bit of skin with the bones lay on the ground next to him. Her answer means little to him, even if he did sound pained when he asked it. Like a teenager getting caught smoking weed in the backyard by their parents. His mumbling to Charming had gotten louder and louder as it had gone on, more irritated, more cumbersome. He takes a deep breath and settles himself in for whatever might come down on him now.
"As I said, their not chicken bones, far from it." It is clear that the bones are not chicken, they are to big, to heavy, to sharp... sharp? you think this question probably, yes sharp.
One of the bones appears to be part of the antler from the swamp deer, or some other kind of deer sharpened to a point. He'd managed to gather the bones he needed though and that was enough for him, uncracked nuts, stones, shells from Glorall, many things are inside the loose wrapped package. He looks to them for a moment and then back to her, his paw moves in a circle around the bag, after this is done he nods his head and closes his eyes.
"You are the first to know of this Ruv and I trust that you will not flap your trap about it to anyone else unless I've already told you. Feel free to not believe to, but the truth comes as it will." He says in a low whispery voice. Like a willow tree in the breeze.
"My old pack didn't listen and look where it got them" Oh yes, that's how it's done Paldor, by force "Charming..." the name is growled out but he does not open his eyes. If she's is gone already, her loss.
"I dreamt last night... for the first time in moons," sure he'd had nightmares before, but he had seen this comming, if he ignored them long enough they would start to bombard him until he actually paid attention.
"I saw the sharp teeth, the long jaw line, the blood and the water." He probably could have tried to stop Baph from going near the water, probably's not a good enough word but it will do for now.
"I saw Baph's death before it came Ruvindra" he says opening his eyes finally looking at her, like... actually looking at her. It seems weird, to say this, but he looks through everyone, when he actually looks at you... you know he's looking at you.
"I've seen many things since I left my old pack, the sky falling here.. the land being swollowed up there... my old home had a term for me. Mystic. Diviner of the future. Though rough it can be some times, others it is clear as day." He still hasn't done anything with the bones as of yet, their still sitting in the middle of the circle, still slightly covered in the fur skin of some random animal.
"The Throwing, as well as the Dreams, tell the story of what will come, I don't know what you call them here Ruvindra, those who tell the future. But I see it, feel it... breath it," he picks up the bone bag, making sure to tuck a corner under his tongue instead of his teeth, lifts it up over the circle in the dirt and drops the one corner under his tongue so that all the bits and pieces onto the ground. Some fall out of the circle, others stay within. It is now that he reads them. For the first time since he arrived here in this place he would read the bones, in hopes of seeing what would come of this place Iromar and it's shaking throne.
"talks like this"
arctic wolf | male | six | story teller | no mate | no bond | iromar