What in the name of heavens was wrong with this male? I could sense something vaguely through our bond - and damn how odd was it to be able to SENSE shit about another wolf? - but it was muddled and made very little sense. A sort of yearning that took up root in my chest and made me leery. Then I hear some accented voice again coming from HIS MOUTH and I frown hard. "I'm not going to rip your throat out," I say defensively although the idea of TOUCHING him was vaguely interesting. Vaguely because I had a mate and there was no way anything was happening here. The falsetto again and I duck my head a bit, feeling hot beneath my fur, because I was his soul mate but he just said I was some other guys. "Huh?" I said in confusion.
Leaving seemed like a wise option but I couldn't. I couldn't because this was MY pack and he was my imprint and damned if that was a pickle. Suddenly he speaks normal to me and I sigh, feeling his desperation through our bond and nodding slowly. "Okay," I say on a gentle voice now because I didn't like this weird feeling of him being alarmed. It made me sad. Except... he starts talking nonsense again and I end up growling suddenly. "I. Am. Not." I spit out. I didn't sense derision from him but his words were derisive nonetheless because they insinuated I was lying.
I take a step back again as the accented voice reappears. Bastardo? Just what the hell? Diesel clenches suddenly, looking as if he is fighting off something violent and I grow very wary and somewhat scared. Yeah, I'll admit it, scared. Was he going to attack me? I heard there was a murder by an IMPRINT in Diveen recently... it happened. "Hey, Diesel, just calm down now, okay?" I say, my voice somewhat panicked, and he seemed to calm.
"Just when I think things are getting normal," I hiss under my breath as Kyra jumps in, dogging my name, but I just think he is being weird. Part of me wants to crack a crazed laugh as Bandit warns them. Diesel goes from staring at me like something heavenly just fell down to cackling and speaking in lilting voices. "Uh... Diesel... who are you talking to? Me or the air? When you decide to talk to me again just let me know, okay? I'll just stand right over here and figure out WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON." The last comes out on a feral growl as I stomp away from him. Yes, I know, very un-Empress like, but to say I was a little upset was an understatement.
Just what, exactly, did fate bring me?