The bond was one troubling to him from the start, at least it should be. Yet part of him cannot deny the bond. He just knows the way this bond formed with not the same as his parents, and many others he had seen. He knows that she is pleased that he has come, but he almost feels a sort of disgust for it. He did not know why Fate chose for him to be bonded with...her, a killer of a woman, who uses whatever she may. He knows that about her, and he can feel it. It is something that makes him uncomfortable, but perhaps it gives him an advantage against her- he can tell she is doing it.
Well, perhaps it may give him an advantage in some respects, but it is a weakness in many, many others. He was here now, was he not? He is at the point where he feels that he cannot save her, but he must. That is the only reason he can put together why Fate brought them together. He was to save her from herself. He saw it in his dreams, that felt so real, saving her from the clutches of jaws. Unknown forces of darkness and savagery. Their images were not clear in his dreams, but he knew Arace brought him much turmoil...and it was his job to find a way to calm it...if it is even possible.
”That won’t work with me,” he says with narrowed opal eyes. He is not completely how sure he was about that. Maybe in some instances it won’t work- like right now, it certainly will not, but later? In different situations? What if he gets lost in her over time? He must keep his bearings. Guardian was no longer here to...guard him, Azrael no longer here to give him advice. Andromeda no longer here to meet Arace and work her kind charm on her. He was alone in this- knowing his other siblings were not likely up to the task.
”While it lasts indeed, a thing I don’t think you realize you can lose real fast.
he says with his dark tail slashing the warm air behind him. Birds chirp in the distance and they bright much irritation to him as they always did. They are taunting him, taunting the situation. He finds his ears flicking, but then her paw touches his chest. His ears go back slightly. He wants to growl initially but not a peep comes out. Instead he stays completely still other than his initial shock. He never had a touch like this with her before, and it was a feeling like no other...but it drove him to be more stern. It drove him to do and try to say whatever he needed to keep her safe and whole.
He words after were not very much helpful, her questions empty. She mentions doing what she must, and debts. He does not let his eyes leave her and she then rolls to sit up, her eyes staring at him. ”Do what you must? Debts? What does any of that mean? It is not hard to live a life without killing other wolves, you know,” he says firmly, his form still unmoving but missing the warmth of her touch that he enjoyed and dreaded just moments ago.
”Whatever the hell your debts were, you just made everything a lot worse. Iromar is going to hunt you down, and I can’t take on a whole angry pack. I can’t guarentee they won’t kill you. Is that worth it to you? Is whatever the hell the reason you did this worth your own life? Why, tell me why you did this,” he demands, the fur on his back flaring up as he swears steam comes from his ears as he tries to hold back his anger and frustration...this is the part of him he ran away from, the part of him like his father..but he will not be like him, not exactly, but he knows he must let her know just how serious this all is.