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((Since Kahlua was quit I waited a few extra days. Seeing as no one else posted. I'll continue on as if she never showed up))

It is not a good thing to find him in a situation like this. Before the wolves of Tav show up Paldor's head flicks around him, no one. NO ONE!? Oh he was gonna ream the whole of Iromar a new ass hole when he got back, who the fuck do they think they are? leaving him alone like this in a new land. He is the worst diplomate to have ever graced the hollowed grounds of Moladion. Not only that, but now he's more grumpy than before, pissed even. It's a good thing that he can keep such emotions to himself and those white pupil-less eyes turn back to the boarder with a very emotionless appearence to them, creepy in nature they just stare out as a young wolf begins to take his time in coming to the call of the seemingly old and emaciated wolf. His perfect tail is crimped and garbled up behind him, he tries to wrap it around his leg but it only seeks to stick out at a cock-eye'd angle away from him. He wishes to find this wolf that has done this to him. He wishes to turn that wolf inside out. Trust us little Solaris, if he even knew who your parents where he probably would have a different out look upon you, lucky for you though he does not desire the flesh of you and your youngsters. What he'd said was out of anger for the attack on his mate, perhaps when this young pup is old enough he will understand the emotions of one who loves deeply for another. Not just a pack, a singular other.

He watches as the young wolf comes from the trees, his eyes seem to roam every inch of Paldor's body and if he could he would have a smug look upon his face but the boiling of anger within prevents any emotions from coming forwards. He'd have to make this quick, he could already feel the effects of the poppy wearing off, he'd found out that it was more effective if he tore at the outter pod of the poppy and waited until it's seeping liquid turned to a congealed mass. Once this was done then he could easily strip the liquid when ever he wanted with his teeth and retain the feeling of euphoria that he so desperately craved. It wasn't so much the feeling of euphoria that he looked for. It had all started with the supression of the pain, he knew deep down that he should have taken it easy, that he should only have used certain amounts. But the seed's had slowly started to wear off no matter how much of them he ate, and soon he was looking for more. Always more. The cravings where so deep some times that they made his insides burn if he couldn't get to his stash in time. They made him not want to eat, this is why he is given to become almost skinnier than he had been when he'd first met Ruvindra. His heart. She could possibly be the only one to save him in this time.

The young wolf comes to sit before him, his head tilted curiously, "he thinks your a monster," the voice of Charming infiltrated his mind, lately he'd been having more and more dreams. They bombarded his sleep and disrupted his normal routine, he had seen Charming and Dutchess walking down a familiar path, a place he'd been before but couldn't quiet place it at the time, still couldn't. He had kept seeing the snow white wolfess, her body churning in the darkness, fear pressent in her movements but her face and eyes missing. Who was she? Ruvindra? Dutchess? fear... it made him shiver. Was it his own or someone elses? how could he? he doesn't know me he replied within his mind to the voice, he'd missed the boys words all together and stood there with a vacant expression. He must have appeared mute, deaf and blind all in one sketchy go at the moment. "Oh he see's into your soul, he see's the blood, the fire... the pain, anguish and fear... always the fear..." he gave a rough weezey snort you lie, you always lie! LIAR! "oh I wouldn't lie to you Paldor, he see's your treachery, see's your infidelity!" his eyes close for a moment you lie he replies and then he hears the foot steps of another, the wind buffets his cheek and brings forth the scent of two individuals previously unaccounted for.

One is a male, unknown other than from the smells along the boarder, the leader of this pack most likely, the other is female and so very much familiar to him, like his own stink she is ingrained within his brain. Ruvindra. He is not alone. But he doesn't show the recognition in his eyes, the muscles of his face have been tight since the begining of the inside conversation and they loosen now as those pale pupil-less eyes turn to take in Coza. He does not care for posture, a wolf was a wolf, alpha or note, anyone could posture. He doesn't look at the specifics of this wolf but he is of different colorations to the other so he does not put them together as perhaps a father and son team. The older male speaks and says his name and that of the other, good, he wont have to look for the name of the boy "My apologies," he said in a low deep voice, cracked with the use of the poppy fluids. "I am Paldor, Auspex of Iromar" he says with a dip of his head. "My Queen Ishtar has sent me in hopes that we can work out some sort of tentative deal between our two packs. Hope is that it will last far longer," he states plain and simple. Cutting the bull shit and getting right down to the fore front of why he was here. Paldor hated beating around the bush.

"It is offered, protection from our fighters and theives against your own wolves in hopes that you too will do the same for us. This is what I can promise at this point. Should this last longer and bonds created between our two packs I am sure we could offer more." He rattled on, not one for many words but finding the need for them now. This male... he spoke weirdly, Paldor does not like it but he does not show or speak thusly. "You truely think that they will take your offer? as bland as it may be," Paldor does not reply at first, letting the moments within his mind lead on a bit more they are a new pack, fresh... I doubt they will not take such an offer to keep their numbers where they are, bland it may be, but nessessary it is as well. He waits patiently, wondering if Ruvindra will show herself, to come and stand beside him, or if she will stay hidden. Either way, he feels a sense of anxiety as well as if she is like a safety blanket. Odd... but true.

"this is how he speaks"
"The voices in his head"

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