He was choked. So upset his every nerve vibrated with a cord higher than any octive that had been heard by ears known to this date. It didn't matter if she told him out right or not. Diveen was all over her coat and he swore up and down that he would distroy every single wolf that was associated with that damned pack. Angels or not, he could care less, Demons or not, this was going well over the bounds of normality. It is your fault after all, if you hadn't left and gone back, she wouldn't be hurt as she is a growl slips free of his throat as he lopes along the boarders, he'd scented Diveen and his pale white eyes had gone red with rage. Metaphorically of course, "shut your face Charming, nothing could have stopped this" a snicker laces through his brain you could have saved her precious face, you could have helped her another growl laces through his throat and this time through clenched teeth to be louder.

"No, shut up. I couldn't have" tut tut Paldor, you can't say that... who knows what brute strength- oh that's right, your weak, so very very weak "just shut up!" he yelled out this time and just as he does so the scent of Diveen fills his nose. Like a heavenly chunk of bloody meat to an empty belly he cuts short his route and heads in the direction of the stench. He can hear them talking, hear the words that Kane tells Ishtar, he knows them all to well. He had been to Diveen, followed Ruvindra there to meet the scarred male, had followed her to the crater but had decided to go home, had decided it was best to leave her there, to not worry as he did so often worry about those he cared about. Was this what true love felt like? he didn't know, he'd never loved anyone other than Duchess. "And just where the fuck do you think your going o'Mighty King of the Angels?" he says stepping out in front of Kane before he can make his move to leave. A deep, gutteral growl laces through his throat, he would charge anyone who came within spitting distance of himself and this male.

"How dare you come into these lands and ask retribution for a crime that didn't even happen? when you have your own court date to attend with me." His pale, pupil-less eyes stare down into the very soul that is Kane, deep down into the heart of hearts, peeling away the layers that make up the man before him. "You know, for Angels you sure hold your own demons within your embrace" he barely ignores the others, only giving a slight nod to Ishtar when he passes the fury is so deep within him. His nose is within inches of Kanes own, the man can try to snap but Paldor would be ready, he may be overly skinny due on part to a bad appitite but his reflexes were fast and he was ment for running down a kill no matter how fast it ran. "A Diveen wolf attacked and mauled my mate, one Devil May Cry," his nose twitches as he keeps his gaze locked onto Kane's his eye lids never lower, not once in order to blink. He just stares. Typical.

"You'll not be leaving until I get my retribution Kane" oh yes, he knows your name, he knows nearly everything that can be seen from the outside in. A low threatening growl leaves his black lips, his body is ridged, the hairs on his back stand on end as his ears slide backwards and lips peel back slightly to reveal a nice set of teeth "What do you suggest I take as retribution Kane? your face? no... that would be to easy..." he pauses for a moment as he thinks on what he or Ruvindra would want in return "perhaps your mates face, this I could do with... it's not like she needs it really," a crazed look sinks into his eyes, his back arched as he stands there, "Or, better yet... How about I take one pup from each den, and skin them alive... feed their lifeless bodies to the gators here in Iromar... they've been awefully hungry as of late, what with us taking all their meals..." his eyes narrow "what do you think?" his head tilts to the side. "What does the Great Kane think? does he agree? or are your Angels so precious to you that you will not deliver Devil to my door step? Even Angels have their own demons Kane, you and your kind are not safe until I get what I want, you bring Devil here to me. For me to judge. Death...."

He smirks ever so slightly his hot breath spreading all over Kane's face "or life... under my paw" he doesn't turn away, he doesn't move back any to give the king of Diveen safe breathing room, he hoards it all for himself, getting as close as possible, not allowing an inch to move. He would rip the face off of Kane if he was allowed. Kane and the Angels would rue the day they had broken the truce between Iromar and Diveen, Paldor would make it a personal mission to hunt each and every Angel down and slice their faces off... he would, unless he got what he wanted. And hurry, the clock is ticking.

"this is how he talks."
the voices of mom, duchess and charming.
paldor's own thoughts.