Who was she to show such fire towards him, he speaks only the truth. Everyone here should know this by now, pain is not a constant, it heals over time. Pain lives deep within you, rearing it's ugly head when you least expect it. When you think all is going well. Paldor knows about pain far worse than Ishtar would know. Ever. The loss of her 'beloved' his nose wrinkles at such a thought, is fleeting at most. But the pain and loss of many lives, all in the same damn day, that is where pain over rides all other emotions. Pain that contaminates the soul, turning it blacker than any demon's soul could ever be turned. It eats at the heart until there is nothing but a bare shadow of what it used to be. This is Paldor's heart, his soul, his life. Pain. Hatred, damnation... it was all wrapped up in one neat little package, with a bow of pink, which makes him want to ralf on the spot. Her lip twitches and yet he stays perminently a statue, as if he could care less how she feels at this moment about him.
Another presence is felt within the weave of the air flow, the shift is felt by Paldor who continues to stare with unblinking pure white eyes past Ishtar and what little is left of her soul, it's an eerie stare that left few wanting more. It smells of Ishtar and Baph, a child of theirs. He doesn't stop his auricular stare at Ishtar as the female moves in close to her mother and nods to the two of them. An ear tips slightly and there is the slightest inclination of a nod in return but he has yet to move his view from Ishtar. In fact. He's gonna make it his job to just stare at her all through this meeting. Begining to feel creeped out yet? The female is silent, words placed on a different level. Another enters, his voice slow to start but booming in the end, those white dirt encrusted ears tipped backwards, the feathers rustle against his cheek slightly as irritation flows over him for a split second.
Wow, he's a very bright one. Way to sprout the obvious there guy! the male voice had been absent for a while in this meeting, but Paldor knew it wouldn't be gone for long.
Who do these people think they are? mourning over one piddly soul that did very little for them... like someone else I know, eh Pal? I ask myself that same question some times Charming, but the answers are always the same. I do wish you'd shut your trap though the internal coversation ends with silence and Paldor appears to be doing nothing but looking at Ishtar. Even if he turned his eyes a differnt way there would be no way to tell. Ishtar spoke to him, though, had at any rate. He would only stare. She would know. Obviously. Another wolf, this one is another related to the Ishtar Baph line, again, he doesn't move, doesn't speak. Silent. More continue to flow into the group setting, more people making him not want to be here any more but he stays. If only for Ruv. He is, without being so intentionally, her ghost. As has been seen with Ishtar. And then a male steps up. To most, it would seem he challenges the queen. To some, it would seem as a threat, perhaps to some it would seem like a too-soon-comment.
Paldor is not as old as this male, though he appears it with his skinny body and mangy coat, dirt and blood cover him. Not Baph's lets get that straight. Again, ignored as if he hadn't appeared at all. The shouting was getting more, now that this male had walked in. His head tips slightly at Ishtar, almost enjoying this moment to see how she handles herself. No facial expression, no muscles twitch in his body, his ears have returned to a rather lazy upright position, his tail is wrapped slightly over his front paws. There is no shock, no sorrow, no pain, no fear, no hatred.... nothing when Ishtar spoke of the death of Baph. His head drops slightly, a centimeter at most. Eyes keep their visual of Ishtar. He was never one to show emotions and in this case the emotions are rolling through his head. He could have prevented this.
More appear. Others he has only met in chance meeting at the hunt, all of whome he ignores. All except Andras.
"It was not who that did it... but what did it... and you'd be a fool to attempt an attack on this what..." his words, for the first time this whole time that wolves gathered, was soft. But harsh at the same time. Blunt perhaps is a better word. He is a mystic and he had seen such things in the night, before it had all happened. This is all he says though. Not wanting to make them all think of such things, like what he really was. A time and a place for every thing. A time and a place for everything indeed. Ruv speaks and Paldor finally looks away from Ishtar to the snow-white female.
"Well spoken Ruvindra" he says as she takes a seat next to him, close to his body, he doesn't stiffen with the contact of fur on fur, hearing the sounds it makes as they brush against each other slightly. Another wolf who is late enters the scene, getting no look from Paldor as he returns his gaze back to Ishtar to see how things will work themselves out. Already he wants to be gone from here to much foolishness trapped in one place was like putting vinegar and baking soda into a pop bottle, closing off the top and giving it a shake. A very wrong thing indeed.
"talks like this"
arctic wolf | male | seven | story teller | no mate | no bond | iromar