<font color=#a1987a><font color=white>Ruvindra</font> How am I still alive?</font>

Winter threatened to spread it's icy fingers across the landscape of Iromar like a thick blanket, it never ceased to amaze the skinny wolf just how much colder it got here than his old home, he didn't miss the place, full of ash and death. He wondered, if like this place, it had grown up again. Become as beautiful as it had way back when, before his memories were marred with smoke and flame, before the screams of those trapped within den's had infiltraited his ears like a death-song. Back when pups had frolicked across the grass while mothers alike lay in the sweltering sun, the males out hunting for the meat that would sustaine them for one more year. The breeze that would blow through and send the pollen into a frenzie. The image before him evaporates into the dismall appearence of Iromar. A sigh leaves his lips, the sky above is full of stars with the moon at full mast, it makes him reminiscence of the days gone by, the days that are no longer.

The night is cool, the crunch under paw is minimal but enough that it rings loud and clear with such a quiet night. Perhaps he would wander around for a bit, stretch his legs, his mind maybe. He walks past Ruvindra's den, he pauses momentarily, one paw raised in the act of walking. Go Paldor, find her... he doesn't understand why Duchess would want him to go in there, was she trying to set him up for failure? he pokes his nose within the den and softly sniffs. Vague's scent isn't quiet as strong as it had been in the past, strange... it's really your fault Pal, Charming's voice filters in between his own thoughts and the words of Duchess... was it all his fault? since he'd come here hadn't everything gone pretty much horribly wrong? My son... he starts... what was this? Mo-mother.... he thinks into his mind, he withdraws his head and quietly seats himself outside of her den. He is struck dumb... quiet a feat for him to have acheived at this point in time.

You do not control Fate.... remember this, nothing you do causes or can change the path of the future. You can only better prepair yourself, and those you care for about the future. A single tear falls down the side of his face, mixing in quickly with the hairs of his cheek and disappearing all together as if it had never happened. With that he felt... more alone than he had in years, all that time he'd spent as a loner, wandering the barren landscapes of places between here and there, he felt more alone. His body begins to pull in on it's self as he lays down on the ground in front of her den. "Do you sleep tonight Ruvindra?" he says it slowly, patiently, not quietly but not boisterously either. In a normal, non-challant voice. For he certainly could not sleep tonight. The whole after life was out to haunt him tonight. He wished for peace, quiet and perhaps... company that wasn't dead.

"this is how he speaks"
Paldor thoughts look like this
Voices in his head look like this

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