He was not reluctant in many of the terms Ishtar thought him, he was there, silently watching everyone do everything that they did, day in and day out. Keeping those pale eyes open for anything that might be amiss, wanting nothing more than to go back to his old ways, but Fate drew him here and so here he must stay. Until such a time that Fate drew him away from this place, they were stuck with him till then. It might have been true, should Ruvindra leave, there was a huge chance that he might follow her. But it was nothing personal to Ishtar that he would do such a thing. Perhaps Fate didn't work here like it did in other places but Paldor was always stuck listening to Fate in a dark dimly lit room would a cloud of smoke over his head and a hard whiskey in his hand.... if he were a human, but he's a wolf and well it would be interesting to see a drunk Paldor at some point it would not be here. Not infront of Ishtar. He is stone sober. Surprised yet?
Think of him as a crutch Ishtar, but he will not be there to hold you up when and if you fall, he doesn't feel the need to do such things for a leader that shows so much remourse for such things. Seer's were better for other things than just to show a leader their death. Plus, he had better things to do with his life than that
keep your eyes on the dark one Paldor the male voice infiltrates his mind and yet he doesn't aknowledge it as he would other times, not even a tip of his muscles or ear, no tweak to his eyes. He simply stares. Right. At. Ishtar. He had watched her expression change, and yet he doesn't tense up though he knows what will come next. It was best to remain loose when one was going to be attacked, it ment less damage to the bone structure, the muscles underneith and the blood that flowed between skin and muscle.
He had expected it, seen it coming. Not in a dream, or the bones. No, he had just known it would happen, it always happened. Anger bubbles to the surface, fear rises with it, astonished is all anyone could say about the calm that seems to flow over him. He knows that no amount of appology could bring back Baphomet, or any of the others that had vanished or died with him. It was the way of the world. To say he is unsurprised by her attack is a mile stone, her weight is much more than his own as it's forced against his shoulder, feet come out from under him as he flops onto his side and lays there, front feet curled up under his chest as back feet are flayed out behind him, tail wrapped in between them. She snarls and snaps at him and he looks up at her, white eyes meeting her red one's without blinking.
She has every right to snarl and snap at him, to spit useless words that mean nothing to him. No one here truely knows what he's gone through, this would be the bane of his existance for he didn't like to share such details of his past with others. It was hard enough as it was to share what little he has already with Ishtar and even more so with Ruvindra, though she lay claim to a special part of his brain, something he would cherish perhaps in years to come. He doesn't have time to reply. Ruvindra has taken this moment to throw herself in the mercy of their Queen. He had expected her to jump in and take the bites for him, but death?
"Ruvindra...." his voice is choked, the weight of Ishtar on him is squeezing the life force out of him, he isn't feeble or about to die, but she is a fat woman that's for sure. Shh, he didn't say that out loud. His breath is weezy though as he lays still under Ishtar, Ruvindra was mad, to take such a thing and throw it out there.
"Enough!" he coughs out and rotates his shoulder wincing at the pain that digs in on the other side of him as a stray stone digs in for all it's worth.
"You can bloody well kill me, hunt me down and tear me limb from limb, not Ruvindra, thank you for it is most amazing of you to do such a thing for me. But if I do this, if I tell Ishtar what must be told, then it will be my head on the block, not yours" he couldn't watch her be harmed any more than she already had been.
Though they would never imprint on each other, there was a special bond there, we all know there's something there, Ishtar could pull his ears off, rip his tail, pull his toes out, rip his guts, fillet him and tie him to rocks and let fire ants eat him, but he would not let Ruvindra take his place. Ever.
"Besides, I wouldn't help your death along Ishtar, you haven't proven worthy of such a thing. I intend to stay within Iromar and help you as you see fit. If you would please get off me now, I can continue" as long winded as it was, he chokes and struggles for air the entire time. Once he is finally rid of her constraining weight he hauls himself to his feet and shakes his body, just enough to fluff the hair but not remove much of the dirt, the feathers near his ear fly about but some how stay rooted in their position.
"I said I was sorry, but I know more than either of you how no sorry in the world could make what happened better." He says all the while his eyes are on Ishtar, his ears move to Ruvindra though in thought of her previous words. yes, they all have experienced loss in some form or another. He frowns slightly towards Ishtar.
"You are not the only one who has loss in their hearts and I do hope that as a Queen you shall remember that in the many years to come, for I know your reign will be long and full of deeds done." His heart breaks. Deep down he knows that he's let the pain of loss taint his soul, he knows that it has darkened muchly since his third year, already four had gone by and only more of the hurt and pain would show it's self in the years to come.
"We've all experienced loss, now is the time to make sure that we never have to deal with it so abruptly ever again." He says slowly as he moves back into position next to Ruvindra,
"... but Baphomet was not the only one within this pack that I've dreamed about. Just last night I dreamed again, this is why we come to you now Ishtar, not to flaunt the death of your beloved, but to show you what still lays ahead for Iromar and it's wolves" he looks only breifly towards Ruvindra, he had promised her not to speak of the dream of her's to Ishtar and he would keep that promise. A cough leaves his lips as he wets them with his pink tongue
"There was a very bright mist that took over my dream, blinding to the point that I wanted to turn around but could not. one pup sits by it's self..."
He does not turn from Ishtar, she would need to hear this, he hoped she would absorb every last ounce of it, take it in like a drink of water. For he knew that it had to do with someone's pup. Ishtar and Ruvindra both had singular pups of their own, both would need to be carefully watched over the next few months.
"... this one's color was white. Pure. The coat color does not mean the pup it's self is white. but that it is pure, like all pups are. Innocent to the world. A black cloud came down from the sky to envelope the pup, it smoothers the pup, encloses it. Two spots of red, I feel they are blood, they follow this black cloud. Like a shadow it moved over the pup." He is not done, needing only to take a breath and lick his lips and nose again before continuing
"The world is full of sorrow, it fills my entire body to the brim, but a battered and bruised warrior of old rises up from the shadows, light flares up again but this time it is not all encompassing, it is in the form of a wolf, it forces the old man into it's embrace as tears of silver fall from his eyes. This light is more blinding than the light around the pup.... "
"The world went dim, it shimmers as it changes scenes, another pup takes the old warriors place in the light, it is swollowed just as the first is by shadows." He stops, holds his breath for a moment as for the first time in a while he closes his eyes and turns away from both females. His head rests on his shoulder slightly, nose tipped down. He thinks,
what does it mean Paldor? will they be safe? this I do not know... he returns his gaze to the two women, touching Ruvindra's shoulder with his nose. His body hurts, his soul is tired. These things wear him down quiet easily.
"At the given time, I do not know what it all means. Ishtar I must return to my den, sleep and food are needed before I can divine would this all means... I do not ask for a position in your ranks higher than anyone else. This is a gift, given to me, and given to you now. When I know more I shall seek you out," I only hope that I am not to late again. How could he be late though? it just happened last night, the dream we mean. But he wonders, and he hopes, that perhaps he can bring some sense to them.
"this is how he speaks"
arctic wolf | male | seven | mystic | no mate | no bond | iromar