Paldor moves like a ghost through the fog, though there is little of it, it is still hard to find the white wolf as he travels the lands of Iromar. He is smart, staying well clear of the swamps and their king, he wishes not to end up like Baph, he wishes to stay alive for as long as he can, even though some days it appears as if all he wants is death. He is still skinny, perhaps he will always be this way, never wanting more than he should from a hunt's wealth. His pale eyes survey all that is to be seen from his vantage point, a small hill he knows nothing about. The mist is thin today, even as the lightning streaks across the skies and illuminates much of the landscape.
Voices Paldor... the feminine voice filters through his head. His shoulder still hurts from when Ishtar pinned him, she had ever right to do so and he hadn't fought back. Hadn't snapped at her. He just let the rage take hold, she needed an outlet and why not let it be him.
"That wouldn't surprise me Duchess," he says through tightened teeth, she hadn't been in his head for some time now, but Ishtar's words had brought her back with a vengence it seemed.
Find them... the truth... you must seek... but be careful Paldor her voice is full of warning. Not for the dangers that may come to him physically, but to the dangers that might come emotionally. Perhaps not to him, he seems to have very little emotions other than hate and disgust half the time. His feet continue moving, taking him closer and closer to the voices, he hears them. Male and female. The wind tells of Ishtar though and this perks his interest just a tad bit. Only a bit.
When he comes upon the scene he spots a wolf he doesn't know sitting beside what he can assume with great intel is the mate of Ruvindra. He had smelled this wolf at the meeting, spotted him on occassion talking with Ruvindra when he'd been prowling about. He doesn't like to let certain people out of his sight for to long at any rate. Yes, he's a creepy stalker guy who goes around staring at people. It's all part of the plan. And in the background picture is Ishtar. He stands for a moment listening to the conversation between the mate of Ruvindra and the unknown female. Yet still, slightly known. He sorta knows everyone by now. Atleast from a distance. The words are disconcerning. His sharp ears pick up as the words filter through his brain.
At the last moment he puts his feet into action again and moves towards Ishtar, taking a seat a few feet from her. His pale eyes watching the scene before him unfold with defining clarity. The dream. No.
What would make you think differently Paldor? his eyes close to slits as his breathing increases slightly.
Not more pain. No... please... he thinks to himself as he watches the goings on,
It must be so... Fate is a fickle mistress Paldor, she takes what she wants, when she wants it. Not when you want it but to her... and him... no... his head swivels slowly, ever so slowly to look at Ishtar. His brows raise slightly as eyes open to their full amount. He nods his head even slower
"You see what I mean. You can not stop Fate from taking what she wants...."
He breaths out a breath he'd forgotten he was holding onto
"We can only better prepair ourselves for the inevitable, perhaps take Fate on a detour for a while. You can use what I have Ishtar... just remember that" he turns back to the two wolves, not willing to take the extra steps to bring himself fully into their conversation. What he continues to hear though only cements the truth into his mind. What ever Ishtar thought of his 'talents' he did not need her to go through with saving this pack, she could sit on the side lines and he would do his best to warn the others. There would be no second chance for Fate to rip everything from him again. No, not this time around.
"talks like this"
arctic wolf | male | seven | mystic | no mate | no bond | iromar