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There is a movement not far off, nothing escapes the hearing of the ghost of Iromar as his head stays attuned to his son. Eyes of pale white and pupiless appear to be blind and perhaps he should have used that more to his advantage in this life but he hadn't and so he just stares at his son as the female comes into view. His face is a blank slate as he turns his eyes finally upon the female. Eyes that seem to have seen it all, the horrors of life flicker through those impossibly deep white pools, false flames that lick up from the ground to envelope all within their path, freak winds that whip those flames into a frenzy and further destroy a life that could have been so very much perfect. A life without this place... it seemed, almost as if it should have been a dream rather than reality.

His kinked tail lays awkwardly upon the ground as he takes a seat, prepared now to just simply stay here for the time being. It was improper for something like this to happen in the presence of others. Ruvindra didn't find out until much later in their relationship and even the Iromar queen didn't find out about his curse until it was to late to save her mate. He had vowed then that he would share his gift with Iromar to better the pack. But not all things that are seen are real, not all things heard are actually there and he over the years he had learned to hone that curse and turn it into a gift. Until the war, things had been peachy. Until the war that Iromar had been so foolish to rush into in the first place, he would not judge Ishtar's ways of thinking, but he does not relish the taste of wolf flesh. "Normally family business is executed between family members, girl. Not in the company of strangers. Pack or not."

His voice is bland, devoid of the irritation that flicks through his mind at her abrupt and intrusive appearance. Voids of white stare at her. As they do everyone. They pierced into her flesh, seeking out the soul that she has so that he could ravish it with his mind. At one point he could have done such a thing, but here powers mean nothing to these wolves, they are young still in their evolution. "This is no little chat Wraith," he says his tone deepens slightly in a more serious tone. "But have it your way, you always were like that weren't you?" the corner of is lips tighten slightly. He should have been around more. Should have taken Wraith under his wing more. But he hadn't and he can't blame anyone but himself and the damn poppy.

His eyes glaze over, he was prepared for this to happen, the voice that leaves his lips is no longer his own but that of some foreign entity that seems to have taken control of him and he goes ridged. It is probably the first time Wraith has ever seen his father in such a position as this. "Wraith, Son of Paldor and Ruvindra. Brother of Vainglory and Istas. Your father is no longer required by the gods. The great power has been split between the sons of Paldor. You must learn the ways of the Speakers, to help your pack. Use it but respect it. For some are not strong enough to contain it in one body." His body slackens and those white eyes shine a different light. Paldor feels himself being pulled apart, his face grimaces and his claws dig into the earth. Whatever power the gods had given him was now passed properly onto Wraith and Vainglory. The Auspex was no more. Just a husk of a man. A man released from his torment. Retired. "You must return to Iromar for a time son, and learn our ways. Not the demons ways, the Speakers ways. I do not wish you to end up as I have..." for once, just once in his life the grumpy sadistic male has shown a slice of himself, a former self. A kind and gentle, caring and repenting wolf. "You need only to stay for a few days, on the outskirts... please do this Wraith..." he is tired now and wishes to go home but he will stay as long as his son wishes him to stay.

"talks like this"

male | one | everchime x vidar | blind warrior of tavoria

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