<font color=#a1987a><font color=white></font> And and... your dad... likes... cats...</font>

He tends to know things before others do, shocker... I know, but it's true. What ever this wolf before him wants to think of Paldor, mystic or mind reader, he's game for it. But to be warry of the pale male is only natural. He doesn't take it personally, in fact he doesn't care. The more people think of him as weird, distracted, disjointed, insane... the more apt he is to be left alone. Alone is good. Always has been. Less people get hurt that way. They are alike though, strange as it may seem to the other, for Paldor tends to not let his emotions slide through the veil of secrecy, though he is hardly a gentleman at the best of times. He's more of the weasley type.. no, this is not true. He's a showman, make everyone think something else while something else is going on in the background. He's very good at this you know.

Everyone wages battles within themselves, showing it off to the world or not, that was the biggest kept secret. Paldor has a way of sending shivers down the spine of even the most cynical of beasts. He doesn't even have to speak half the time to cause people to get the willies. It's all in the stare. Vacant. Foreboding. Disengaged. Some times it seems as if he could stand for hours staring out into the space of someone's mind without blinking. Never once turning away until he absolutely had to. He was by no means a push over either, but he also didn't put up much of a fight when the time came, if he knew his life wasn't threatened he wouldn't waste his life force on showing dominance. Again, mystics are not ment to lead, only to show the way to a leader.

As he speaks Paldor's ear clips to the side slightly, "I try not to stay planted in the same place, but for now it seems fate has kept me in a place called Iromar." He says to the other, his pale eyes keen on the other male though all through out this he just appears to be looking behind the male. Or maybe it was through him. "Iromar is not a place to be taken lightly though, the wolves there are haunted, they call themselves the Demons. Much in the same as I have heard of Angels in a place called Diveen" Mystic though he may be, he has spent many days and nights scaling cliff sides and sloshing through rivers in order to keep track of who's doing what where, why and for how much. After all... doesn't everyone have a price?

"talks like this"

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