How does he get himself into these types of situations? he was not a fighter, had never been one even though
they had tried to train him to do just that, thinking his lighter frame would lead to better quick attacks, better strikes and releases. But he was weak, always the weakest of them, not meant for such things. He was a mind man, a judge of all things, capable of seeing what wasn't meant to be seen by others of the living sort.
"Oh aren't you a special one," a low growl emits from his lips as he hears Charming's voice within the chambers of his brain.
It had been peacefully quiet within his brain as of late, soberingly quiet and he had been thankful for the peace that they had given him, but not everything that is golden lasts for to long. Such is the way of peace. Either in one's brain or out in the real world.
"Well, your alive... that's more than I can say for the rest of them," the voice echoed within his skull
"shut it" is all he says, and keeps on walking.
"oh, a bit touchie aren't we?" "just... enough Charming, it was nice while you where gone. Have a good vacation?" "it was your mothers idea, she's a very nice looking lady you know, very tender..." a deep ethereal growl leaves the lips of the pure white wolf. Cleaner now than he'd ever been in his entire life thanks to Ruvindra's constant care.
"You utter one more word about my mother and I'll-" "you'll do what? huh? you'll reach within your own skull and strangle me? impossible Paldor, we're not real remeber, REMEMBER!" His jaw hung agap for a moment as the words where shouted within his skull
"your about as real as a fart now shut up!" he'd heard something, a tussle of sorts, the snow crunching under heavy paws, the world spun as the white glare of the snow disorented him and he felt his body slam into the ground. Blood, every where, blood... so much blood! he tried to crawl out but his injuries and the blood pooling around him only seemed to hinder him more. Suddenly the world opened up, like a toilet being flushed everything began to draw into the center, his whole world broke into pieces and he woke with a start.
He was still standing, thankfully, how though he doesn't know. The world focused it's self and he is left blinking in the glare of the white snow. More shuffles, this time a thud, scents assulted his nostrils. He wobbles, his paws taking it one step at a time until he arrives on the scene of what was going on with Lillith and the other two wolves.
"ENOUGH!" he shouted at them all his eyes of pure white without pupils closed for a moment as his head hung low. No, no he would not let it drag his energy down. His head rises and his tail tries to posture but it can't, the kink caused by Chance was in to much pain still. Only so much he could do. Distraction was what was needed right now.
"Just sit your ass down on the snow! ALL OF YOU!" he was within the bound of Lillith but he does not tower over any of them, he is smaller in height and weight. But he is the Minos of Iromar and he will not stand here and let them have all the fun, right?
"Lillith, what is going on here? my sleep was disturbed!" his eyes turn to the two wolves, a male on the ground still wounded from the war and a female unhindered trying to take down Lillith, oh wait till Andras feels this one. He had never had a dream without being asleep first, it was a strange and un-nerving feeling. He'd have to consult with Ruvindra's friend Dude when ever the three of them got together.
"this is how he speaks"
"The voices in his head"
arctic wolf | male | seven | mystic | Ruvindra | no bond | iromar