Last night had been bad, he'd believed that it would be. But it was worse than he could have ever dreamed it would have been. He had gone to sleep for two nights and had yet to dream of what Ruvindra wanted him to dream of, it was like that some times, it just didn't happen until it needed to happen. On the third night he'd gone to bed, groggy and tired from all the sleep he'd been getting. Yes, that happens some times. He'd created more of a cushion for his body to sleep on over the last couple of nights as normally he barely slept so he had bare need for bedding at night. But now his mind had been made up, for him for the most part, the spirits would not let him rest unless he accepted his task in life, his forever rank, one that would never leave him until death knocked on his door and dragged him away kicking and screaming. Even if at some times... it appeared that he only wished for death to come, he doubted that he would go easily.
He'd placed the last of the litter on the floor of his small haphazardly made den, bits of twigs from pine trees, moss's and ferns, the last of the summer's foliage before fall would come and kill it all off. Soon he'd have to find grasses to compose the rest of it. Long nights were bound to come about soon enough. With one last look at Ruvindra's den, sadness almost enveloped him because he had yet to bring her news of his dreams. He had been in hiding so to speak. Not wanting to be bothered by anyone. He did a few circles and then settled himself in for another night of what he thought would be empty dreams. What he called the dreams that didn't involve the future, past or present. Useless dreams made up by his mind, created to entertain or distress him further into the night like nothing else before. Even Charming had been absent as of late. Strange...
As his head lay down on the floor he felt his eyes become droopy, his ears relaxed and his tail wrapped around his body. It was time. Closing his eyes fully his breathing began to slow to a rhythm that ment he had passed from this world and into those of the dreams. When he woke it wasn't in his den any more and for the first time in a few nights he knew that this wasn't a empty dream. Pale pupil-less scan the misty gray surroundings, it wasn't Iromar, it wasn't really a place at all. He seated himself on the cold hard ground, flat as if no gravel, leaves or grass grew here, no sand or dirt. Just flat. This was the plane he had been searching for, this was the existance that had shown him Baph's death by gator-king, this was the place he had sat and watched as his world had burned to cinders and ash. This was no man's land. And he felt... strangely at home here.
A vibration moves across the mist, parting it slight. In the center he found himself watching Ruvindra, her belly full with pups. A soft chuckle releases from her lips as the mist swollows her body leaving her head to float like some odd spectre. It begins to dance and move, bobbing this way and that, like life had been breathed into a lost soul. He doesn't move, no sound leaves his lips. The mist swollows her entirely only to vanish and become the inside of a den. Pups, fuzzy blobs of uncolored creations, lay on a soft bed of spring time grass and the remains of something soft and fuzzy like a bunny's pelt. He is still. He can't see how many, or how few there are. Only that they move, breath and make noise. Life. Atleast it is not death. Not this time.
He fully expects to wake from this dream now, but there are two white wolves with backs facing him, watching as the pups run and play, closer and closer they move, till at one point it feels as if they are going to merge into one. He believes he knows the figures, but leaves it in his mind for later. The world vibrates.
No! he thinks, no... he shouts into the vast world of blankness. Everything shimmers and floats away like leaves in the fall. The brightness of the place increases, ten fold to the point where he almost needs to hide his face from the light. A singular pup sits alone in the middle of this place. Innocence is visible in the pureness of the pup's coat and the brightness of the light. It doesn't take long for the dream to continue forwards like it always does. He is not it's master, but the puppet.
Like a curtain at a theater a black cloud screams down from the sky, or what could be called a sky, it envelopes the poor pup, smoothering it, two spots of red, seemingly of blood follow the black cloud. It is a shadow, for he can see through it but it swollows the pup as if it has an enternal stomic. Sorrow fills the world, battered and bruised a warrior of old rises up from the shadows. The light flares up again this time it stands like a wolf, all fours on the ground as the old man is forced into it's embrace with silver tears falling from his eyes.
What is going on? for once Paldor does not understand this message from the spirits. The light is more blinding than that of what covered the child. As it dims the world shimmers allowing for another pup to take the old warriors place in the light, and is swollowed just as the first.
The light turns red and begins to run across pristine snow, like blood. He awakes with a start, this time back in his den. He feels parched, his throat raw with the hours he has spent in what seems like moments of a dream. As he tries to get up his world is spinning, forcing him to lay down, eating hadn't been a priority but it should have been.
Go Paldor! find her and find another! It was time, for him to seek out Ruvindra. And then Ishtar. He would have more to provid for her than just to tell her of Baph's death. He crawls free from his den and forces himself into a weak stance, almost gasping for strength as legs splay to catch his frail weight. He starts off towards Ruvindra's den first, only stopping once in the short distance to grab a quick drink from a puddle. It had been night time when he'd laid down and now it was dawn.
He is slow, sneaky almost as he moves towards her den's opening. Sniffing all the while to see if her mate is within, he can smell Vague but he cares little if the man is there or not, this is something that must be done.
"Ruvindra" his voice is a harsh whisper as he leans around the opening and tips his nose within. He pulls it out as soon as he'd spoken and sits to wait on the outskirts of the den. When she does come out she is no doubt tired, but he is more so than she will ever know.
"It's time to find Ishtar, and if she doesn't wanna be woken up I'll bite her ass for it" Queen or not, Paldor couldn't wait till everyone was awake to give all of the details of his dreams.
He started off before she could speak, only looking back until he was sure that she had followed him close at hand, they skirted a pond him fully aware that the gaters would be searching for another meal, no matter what Ishtar said, he didn't want to tangle with them, ever.
"I dreamed of your puppies... they will all live," he said to her. All... how many had he seen? would he tell her of the two white wolves looking over the pups? no... not yet..
"I do not know with whome, or how many, but they will all live." He says this in a hushed voice as they move past dens and towards that of Ishtar's den. He feels the coldness of the area and halts a few feet from her den, looking to see who all would be around but found no one. Still to early for the others to be up doing whatever it is pack wolves do. Hunt, protect. Simplistic things apparently.
"Wake up Ishtar!" he says loudly, not yelling perhaps, he doesn't want to draw to much attention to them.
"I've come to speak with you on matters previously spoke about at a bad time." His words are even, emotionless, his pale white eyes stare into the den, they will the demoness to rise from her bed and come out to see them. He will go in if she doesn't come out. That is a for sure. He'd like to get some proper sleep and perhaps a meal before the days over.
"I dreamed something else Ruvindra, but yours will not be spoken of to Ishtar. It is personal." And so they wait. Because what else is there to do?
"talks like this"
arctic wolf | male | seven | mystic | no mate | no bond | iromar