The creature before him pays him no mind, the young skeleton demon's presence warranting nothing but a slit eyelid to peer at him. For now he was nothing more than a pest to the male, an tiny insect he could squish beneath his paw, but soon enough he would be a real threat, and it was in the stranger's best interest to have Arcturus on his side. Cold eyes stare down at the male, there is a twinge of something there, something more than the usual empty, cruel stare: respect. The male before him had done something the young hell fire singed boy had only dreamed of doing. He was an example, something for Arcturus to strive for in order to purge the world of weakness of a scale like the stranger had, even if he had not dealt the final blow. To shake a world to its very core with the killing of a single wolf, that was something Arcturus hoped to accomplish.
And then the furian boy speaks, and it gains the strangers full attention. His reaction is natural, a snarl of suspicion, the raising of his body to a more threatening position should he find the boy's words to be a trap. Yet the golden touched male does not falter, does not feel fear now or ever. To feel fear was a weakness in Arcturus's mind, and he feared not even death itself. All things died, even the strong, but only the strong could prolong their life, make something of their existences, no matter how meaningless. It was the way of the world and the fact that Heyel had lived as long as he had was.....something he couldn't comprehend. Yet now that Arcturus was around, he would not allow the world to falter, to create an error so large that even weakness can linger far longer than it should.
Large paws stay planted before the male, unwilling to move until he gets whatever he is searching for through this interaction. "And yet weakness continues to fester." the male finally voices something in return to Arcturus's words, shattering the deafening silence that had been shaken only slightly by the growls. Copper eyes narrow, slicing into the immovable boy. "Such is the nature of an infection." he says, stalking forward immediately, pushing closer until onyx noses dare to touch and hot breath falls upon the skull mask of the young boy. Yet Arcturus does not flinch, his eyes unwavering in their stare upon the male, his silence as sharp as a knife before he see's fit to break it. "That is why only the best healers can cleanse infections, even if it may only be in such a small area such as Moladion." A play at himself and the male before him, to show that they were alike in many ways, that they had both been enlightened with the truth.
"What did you see?" the wolf of Glorall says, his eyes boring into the mix matched pools of Arcturus. The skeleton demon remains silent for a moment, before spilling all the secrets he had feasted upon. "You lured Heyel out from the safety of Diveen, and, like the old fool he was, he followed oblivious to the trap and continuing to believe himself impervious to death: a god among wolves. You spoke of many things until another appeared, a male from Taviora who bore the markings of an angel. And then the one from Taviora attacked, the two angels colliding but Heyel's weakness became more apparent than ever as the land was bathed in his blood. When he was dead, you lingered for the shortest of moments, making it so it appeared to be a spar, to those who followed shortly after and then slipped away back to your packs." His words were the gospel of truth, a shortened recreation of the fateful events that had transpired that day.
But he had more to share, more that this male would be wise to listen to, keen to know. "You should be weary though, for I was not the only to witness the death of Heyel. An enemy most dangerous to you and your friend knows at least the Taviora wolf's involvement, he followed closely behind the angel that has thrown away his grace." his words are full of weight, serious in the warning he gives to the stranger. And then without even blinking he gives away the secret that will stir nothing short of chaos. "Achilles has witnessed your cleansing, and now he sits atop the throne of Diveen, a pack with close relations to Taviora. I do not know yet what he plans to do, but his eyes spoke of revenge and so I can only assume his target is the wolf from Taviora, since he seems unaware of your involvement for the time being." And then the skeleton demon falls silent, his eyes gazing upon the male as he searches for his reaction to his words and to his knowledge.
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