There is little movement as he thinks about the bones, rocks and shells, the nuts and twigs. There is one singular round, very round and smooth rock in the center of the bag of matter, black as coal with white lines running through it. Thick, but not over bearing. He focus's on this stone while she speaks of her daughter, the movement of his ear closest to her is all that lets her know that he is listening to her. He is a man of many talens, unlike most men he can multi-task
you will help these people Paldor.... I know it the female voice floats through his head, causing his eyes to close slightly as if he is breathing in a long lost scent. Duchess... They all have someone in their lives that they can not live without, for Ruv it is her bonded mate, the one she dreams about at night. For him it is Duchess. Her real name is no longer within him, he has left it back in his old home. But she has never left him, haunted he is by her voice at every turn.
She speaks of someone else, someone like him, more than just one person. So it is not uncommon here to find such a tool trapped within one's brain. He feels a connection with Celesdue, even though he doesn't know her by face value. She would know his pain. The heart break of trying to help the world but receiving only ridicule and abandonment. His eyes had opened as he watches her for a moment, those pale orbs hold a hidden excitement, more really the fact that he is not alone.
Your not alone, you've got us! yep... that's what he needed, to be told by the voices in his head that he wasn't alone. Yay, sarcasim.
"That it is...." is all he says to her about finding Dude. He would like that very much, as little as he liked things, he wouldn't mind sitting down and seeing what the other man does for his divineing.
As the rocks and matter fall to the ground he studies them, looking for the one rock that would perhaps explain to him how it all would go down. Of what lands in the center, inside the circle, the black and white rock sits in the center. His nose moves down close to the ground, hunched over he looks much more older than he was, seven years here and some would still call him spry like some white guy, but his mind feels older, his bones feel as if they creak with every movement. He takes in a deep breath, inhaleing all that is around him. Ruv, her child, her mate. The children of yesteryear. Iromar it's self. The musty stench of rotting flesh and leaves. The blood of Baph. He is quiet, solid as he sits there with eyes closed, in a flash he opens them again, watching the rest of the stones, where the antler has fallen. His eyes are wider, and keep growing wider with each sweeping look he gives what to others would look like rubble on the ground.
He does not see Ruv, but he hears her, every movement, twitch and breath. His paw seems to hover over the items on the ground,
"you do not ask of the bones, if they wish to reveal what they have they will." His words are hushed, not harsh like normal, soft almost. He straightens up. His body regrets the sharp action almost as a muscle is slightly pinched. Nothing he can't fix himself later on.
"Iromar will be safe. For the time being, but you have been spoken of.... as well as I... the dreams will further my knowledge of what it all means, but there are young involved...." he says looking towards her. Had the spirits brought them together on purpose? Had fate intervined in his life, such a horrible and cruel mistress was fate some times, he couldn't see how many, that sorta thing never revealed it's self until much closer to whatever date the spirits had set for themselves.
"The black and white rock illudes to children Ruvindra, the way it lays.... flat with the lines parallel to ourselves.... I can not truely tell... but the Duchess and I had the same stone lay the same way for us before the storm came..." He relaises he has never told Ruv about Duchess... or Charming...
He takes a deep breath, it was time he supposed, if fate had intertwined them the way he'd seen in the Throwing....
"In my pack there was arranged coupling... my father had made a deal with another man, in the process I had been matched with a female... her name does not live in my mind now, only her voice...." his voice, though it's usual roughness, shows a small tinge of sadness at the loss he had recieved.
"We grew up together, when we were old enough, and my training complete to some degree or another, we were joined. It was said that the stars sang for her that night" he remembers the ceremony like it was yesterday, flowers... lots of flowers, with a full moon. Spring time... his upper lip curls slightly at the thought.
"But fate is a cruel mistress, before we could even spend the night together, all hell rained down on us. Course I'd seen it all nights before.... in a dream.... I had tried to not think about it... but it happened. I tried to warn them all... but no one would listen to me... fire filled up the valley in what seemed like seconds..." his eyes closed.
"I promised myself on that day that I would never dream again. Never look at another bag again..."
But nothing lasts forever, the pain though... he had seen it in Ishtar's eyes, a pain he could have yet again helped to stem maybe...
"When I dreamed last night, I tried to pretend it wasn't real... but with Ishtar's words it all came back... I can't keep it locked up incase more die..." Trust us when we say this, he doesn't need Baph's voice within his head too....
"this.." his paw sweeps over the collection on the ground
"this is what I am, I'd like for you to be there when I tell Ishtar..." he'd rather not get eaten by their demon queen for not telling her sooner. With Ruv there, perhaps it would offer his starved body a bit of protection from the queens wraith...and perhaps with Ruv seeing the truth... it could help him even more.
"talks like this"
arctic wolf | male | seven | mystic | no mate | no bond | iromar