He was getting more and more grumpy, more hidden away from the rest of the pack, more disillusioned with himself, more of everything that had made up Paldor the day he'd shown up here in this god forsaken land. A land full of demons. A land full of hate and repulsion for those that did not belong to this fold. He was lucky he'd even gotten himself into this pack without being eaten first, luck was not what Paldor was used to. He had gone soft. Far to soft. He sleeps, uncomfortably, as of late he hasn't slept period for fear of his dreams. It was one of those things mystics did. They feared things they had no control over. He had taken to laying within the rubble of his old den at night so as not to disturbe Ruv or the children, all nearly old enough to start finding their own ways in this life. Be it destroyers or life givers. He didn't care what they did. As long as they did something.
His body toss's and turns against the rubble, large chunks of dirt digging into the rather disgusting fur that was his body, he was scrawny as per the usual, eating had taken a back seat in this ride, unlike Ishtar though he did not do it for any perticular reason other than that he was restless. He wasn't trying to show anyone his strength because we all know that they are not held in muscle and bone. But in his mind. His eye lids are heavy, drooping so much, he doesn't want to sleep, he just wants to rest. Yes, rest is what he needs. But not sleep. His head droops and his nose touches the ground startling him back into wakefulness but he is soon out for the count as his head and eyes become far to heavy for him to keep up.
He'd spent alot of time with the mothers of Iromar as of late, another reason he desperately needed sleep but hadn't taken a wink of it since the begining of spring. Or atleast he felt like it had been that long since he'd slept. Once darkness enfolded him he only had a split second of relief before it flooded his vision. It being light. A blinding white light. He stands in the center of a bogg being held down by the sticky mass.
"NOOOOOO!" he screamed as he tried to pull his paws free, but each movement only seemed to make him sink deeper and deeper into the mire. He thrashed and spit venom at the muck but then it came down. Like an angel from the heavens. It touched him. His nose first and then it flooded his entire being. A white wolf, he couldn't see the eyes.
"I'm coming for you Paldor" the voice sounded strangely female but so unfamiliar to his ears he didn't understand. Why was it coming for him?
"What do you want from me?" the light slowly started to leave and he was still stuck in the muck
"wait! no don't leave me! what do you want?" "I'm comming for you Paldooooooor" it whailed and then began to cackle as it settled on the ground on the other side of the bogg. He started to push his way through the muck, his coat turning a devistatingly gross color of black and green as the mud mixed with the algae of the bogg. He pushed and pushed until he was at the other side where the white wolf was. But it began to take off again. Running between tree's and fog. Becoming invisible and yet clear as day visible at random times.
When he woke his body seemed to be drenched in sweat, his breathing was ragged and his heart pounded in his frail chest, his ears perked to hear if anyone was near by, nothing. And then there it was, faint as he'd heard it in his dream he heard a loud bark near his den. His entire body twitched quickly before he rolled onto his chest and crawled out of the tiny opening into the stark warmth of the summer sun. Ishtar. He would know her barks and howls even if he deaf. Some how. He gathers himself up and begins his drunken stumble through the land to the last known source of her bark. He can smell Chernobyl and another that he's smelled but had only seen once when Lillith had brought in Iblis and Rhae as captives.
When he reaches the scene he spots Chernobyl and Chael eating meat with Ishtar running full tilt towards him. Well, this could be useful. This must be their new punching bag. He'd never had one of these before he thought as he stumbled forwards into the fray. He lets out a bark, sorta like an egging on for Ishtar to beat him into the ground. There was no way that Paldor could chase anything right now, his tail was bent and crooked and made it a defeating purpose to even try. He knew. There for he did not try. He would just egg it on until Ishtar caught the little beast and then he would take his own bites of stress relief out. He wanted Maddox but that wasn't going to happen until he was fully recovered. Or he sent one of the others out looking for that wolf. It was tempting...
"this is how he speaks"
"The voices in his head"
Arctic Wolf | Male | Nine | Auspex | Ruvindra | no bond | Iromar