<font color=#a1987a><font color=white></font> And your mother smells like tuna</font>

Soul-less... this would intreague Paldor to no end if he knew this is what the male was thinking, was he soul-less? to have no soul ment that you had no life, no emotions. Paldor had seen this thing before, trust you and me. Those without a soul seem hollow, they do not hold a will power beyond what they've been told to do. Zombies is what they had been called. Odd creatures. Thirsty for things Paldor holds no need to taste. But luck would have them both today because he can't read minds, as awesome as that would be, so he doesn't know about this thought from the male. His head tilts to the side, as he waits to see what the other will do, he turns to face Paldor and sizes him up, there is no pride within his body, he does not hold himself as if he balanced a crown on top of his head. He wouldn't be a very good king, mystic's were not ment to be kings and queens, they were ment to be withdrawn, held back from society.

Finally words leave the lips of the other, Paldor thinks about the name for a moment, allows it to roll around within his mind. He's not one for customs, he just thinks it's proper for someone you should be meeting to know your name, Fate had rode on his shoulders for long enough now that he knew just when he was supposed to be a good boy and when he could let his sarcastic side slide out. Like with Ruvindra when they'd first met. Oh that conversation had been a fun one, Fate had told him to go there, told him he needed to wait at the edge of that stream. He didn't know it would be her that came to him, but she had given him a place to hide, to stay out of the lime light and now look what you've done to yourself Paldor, you've put yourself right back in the spot light, bet you already have a target on your back the sarcasim in Charming's voice makes him want to grind his teeth together.

Your right, there could be some sort of gift or skill that could be the death of you, death it seems, likes to follow Paldor were ever he goes, like a white raven that flies at the helm of a giant army. He has little time to think about grinding his teeth though, the other speaks again. Rayn. He asks about this place, "This place here.... I do not know specifics on, but the place in general is called Moladion from what I hear" he says in a level voice, his eyes always on the male even as he finally turns around to face Paldor straight on. "They say a great star fell from the sky, dropped down onto the earth and obliterated all that was here" he says in his rather creepy yet mystical voice. "I was not here for that, some two or more years ago I believe. I was not here for it though. When I arrived wolves where just starting to come back here, new packs have formed of the old land and new wolves keep coming in on a daily basis it seems..." He doesn't turn away, ears though continue to revolve around their pivot points. "You are one of the new ones it seems, guarentee'd to not have a home yet. Is this what you are looking for?"

"talks like this"

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