So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
He is caught in a hurricane of opposing emotions. The Shade had demanded and he had fulfilled his duty, as was promised from the moment he had consumed the Soul Eater and given himself as the vessel. Yet his paw had been forced and with it, he had culled the one true meaningful wolf in his life - well, one who had not been birthed next to him or who controlled his violent nature. Paravana was something altogether different, the glue that had managed to seal shut the dark Thorn.
His madness had been manageable with her; she was a shiny coin in the infallible darkness. Even now he fancies that he can see the odd array of colors as she moves, a silent shadow in his wake. She wasn't a shadow anymore.
She was a ghost.
His swaybacked movements are not ignored, the yellowed eyes of his alpha tracing the movement in much the way of a viper, although there is more concern in those calculating eyes than there ought to have been. Underidge was a keeper of his own secrets as well as those for his master. It had never crossed his mind to unveil such things to Eden - Eden had never seemed as if he needed to know. Part of the silver ghost assumed that the king did know but didn't care or perhaps he merely turned a blind eye to what his Thorn did.
Swift he moves and the silver beast flinches back from the movement until Eden's shoulder is proffered. Then, haltingly, Underidge allows himself to touch the male, to put some of his weight upon him, and it calms him. Eden has always been a catalyst of Underidge - he could calm or stir him as needed. The ultimate puppet master from such a willing puppet.
"Paravana." Her name is said sickeningly slow, hissed between closed teeth, and slowly his head arcs around as Eden speaks so dispassionately about her. Eyelids close, breath is exhaled, and rationality begins to return slowly. Faintly. More?
"More?" There is an oddness to his tone, as if he has never considered such a thing before. Were there more wolves like Paravana? Was she her own individual or could he find another to replace her just the same? It is... difficult to process.
Eden soothes him further, silken words stolen from the very essence of the ghost. It affirms his beliefs and eases some of the conflict - the Shade had deemed such things necessary and now he gorged himself on souls.
"Yes... yes, you are right. Time." But what did he do NOW? Where did he go from all this? He knows Sarabi awaits him, always present, and the two pups of their production. Then those who wait at the den, Umbra and Matianak, and he wonders what is to be done with them now, all of them.
"She didn't stop," he growls suddenly, jerking once more away from Eden.
Memory floats before his mercurial eyes.
"She wouldn't listen. I stopped her by they kept calling to her." He spins suddenly, eyes fastened upon Eden's like a lifeline as he froths.
"I will stop them all and they will not call to Umbra. If they do not call, then she will not go." Of all his children, Umbra was his favorite - obedient and an avid follower, but similar in ways to Paravana.
UNDERIDGE
EIGHT - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (IIII)