Paws carried him, looking for a spot. Looking for the perfect spot, although there was almost a sickness bleeding into his mind. He was dying, that was something he was absolutely sure of. Becoming a skeleton, despite his plea for mercy. Such was why there was no missing the thoughts that were scrambling through his mind, and it was why his tongue hung out of his mouth as he walked, imagining that there was a contentment of black, salty tasting oil of dead flesh all but dripping from his tongue.

I am a dead man walking.

But what choice did he have? The demon's tongue, that of Raela with her sensuous curves dressed in a suit of heavenly beauty was enough to suffocate him; he had not been able to dismiss that she had seemed to care. Demons, incestuous immortals, often could make it seem that way. It was why he walked, wishing that @Kjors had saved him - wishing that the male had swooped down and told him his throat was about to be ripped out. Where was the dragon to protect his gold?

Questions with no answers seemed to be swinging around him, and it was not until he found himself looking upon a lake - it was enough to make him stop. For a few moments, he pondered what a beautiful thing that was before him. Well, one could only imagine. Wash thy sins in the waters of the Gods, bleed the demons... His words tumbled, murmuring lightly as his gaze flicked to the sky.

Yes, it was a good day. If he melted in untainted waters, he would be condemned regardless. Sluggishly, he moved himself forward, tongue lolling out of his mouth as those eye's - Gent's eyes - played in his head over and over again. It was a fear, it made him feel incapacitated. Demons, demons he swore! The devil himself embodied, coming to infest the lands with his sins; and Urien had been lured in by his wanton followers! No wonder @Hecate had tried to become him into the lusts of her heavenly bosom - he should have mounted that booty train --

Ears pinned back as he finally neared the water, and oh so carefully circling around the edges, fearful that he would be thrown into a pain that he would never win. It was why his eyes glanced over his shoulder, back in the direction of the boundaries he now belonged to, and he whispered; Let this save me, so that my soul may not burn up in the pits of his demon spawn kingdom, lest my heart burst with the pain in which he's descend upon me through his minions...

If the man would have been more religious, perhaps he would have started some obscene dance. Perhaps his paws would have been kicking out, and he would have reenacted all the wars of the forefathers beneath for the Gods', whoever they were, and their courts. It would have been good luck for him to throw a sacrifice in the water, but he was frightened that the devils might have been watching. How easily misunderstood a gift to the Above could become, and thus, his eyes seemed to shime with an aggravation that proved he was slowly losing his mind.

As paws shifted from one side to the other, and he found himself unable to top the pain and the sing-song voices that were humming in his voices that were speaking internally, as his tail swished from one side to the other as he found himself unable to stop the notion of threat. As his paws gripped at the ground, mouth opened wordlessly as paws brought his attention elsewhere, and he jumped - plunging himself forward into the water clumsily before it would be too late, before someone would take him and eat him alive.

But the non-intrusive woman was just fairly passive looking, but her aura - or perhaps simply the energy around her radiated something he could not explain. As his jaw dropped open, he was struck with awe - startled by the sudden urge to crawl over to her and quietly submissive and pee all over himself in a show of his beautiful talents. That would be so appropriate for the meeting of a stranger, would it not? Such was why his ears rolled against his head, and he started another silent prayer. Even as his jaws opened, he whispered, Far away from home, the devils only roam - they want your flesh; should you not be safe? Should you not be curled up with those who are yours?

Concern leaked into his voice, and he walked through the water's edge, fancying himself kingly - although he was bent low, his eyes widened, and his tail lashing as he almost such her praised without even getting words out of her yet. Perhaps she was a siren, come to drown him. Perhaps she was - more desirable - a succubi ready to ride him into the next universe. Lost in that thought for a few moments, he whispered, I am ready...

 

The wolf watched, standing in the water as he drifted toward her - wanting her comfort. Heart in his chest, he questioned if perhaps he had failed along the way; but this woman had to be right. Her assertion was calm, and it soothed him. He was, in fact, behaviourally very off; as she tensed to communicate with him his own muscles became languid with ease. Contentment as he looked at the woman with her normal eyes, and finally his smile graced his features.

"It warms my heart to hear the woman take heed against the dark." Honesty whispered, and he looked along his back, offering a shudder. He moved away from her, headed deeper into the water as the emotion grappled with him. "This man, he was close; spittle on my back still tells, the elongated fangs sought to rip me open... I met him, the One; the devil - I don't know his name, he poises himself in an all black coat... his minion, I think she's poisoned see;" Eyes tracked back to look at the woman, anxious.

If she was a queen, would she be concerned with his news of the devils afoot? If she was strong, would she conquer them? His eyes suddenly grew blurry, and not from dunking his head, but the wolf's voice wobbled. "They deceived me, Iopah. They took the weak man with the value of gold, Urien, and they played their games..." Voice cracked, lachrymose nature showing that he was easily turned back to the emotion that he wished to succumb to.

Tail tucking, his head turned aside for his gaze to run over the waters, his voice tremulously wedging toward some sort of morbid agony; "Don't even the pathetic deserve a chance? This question! It irks the soul, it woes me..." The sing-song on his voice was hopeless, and then he threw himself promptly into the water, splashing about as took himself to the depths.

 

Urien found himself knowing that there was ways to keep it, and his head seemed to twist awkwardly as the eyes drifted along the rippling waters. The frantic matter of it all was something that could not be dismissed, and he wondered it there was something wrong about attempting to dip and be polite on the issue. Perhaps he should have said goodbye to the woman; was that not how strangers properly allowed to go about things?

But then she was calling out, and he halted; gaze turned back over to her, questioning bluntly; Why would you say that? His words were crisp, sharp on the tongue as the longing soaked into his voice. I have not seen @Kjors, and the dragon's gold is being dulled! The promise leaks, drooling onto the earth and spitting it out - chased by the unsightly, the damned! The agony in his voice shook, and he found his tail shifting to tuck between his legs with the pull that was on his features.

Sinking toward the water, as if it might have been easier to just go out for a swim. It was why there was no approval in his eyes, and his lips twisted. His eyes danced as in a spot of weakness, the emptiness came pouring out of him; Then the woman, she danced! She cooed about the safety of the trees and the hold of those who needed paws to support - Raela! The demon, Gent, sputtered and spat and snarled! He wanted to consume he, screeching of the demons that would be sucked out of his features! Then be damned, he holds hostages of young who he declared I was but a burden and a scare to, but I have never harmed a young - never!"

It just seemed like he was losing the battle without much attempt, and the distress was dancing in his eyes. The pathetic threw their life away, did they! Well so be it, for his need to be dipped in the holds of those who would give him all he ever wished for faltered; choking for a few moments, he hissed at the water and dipped his muzzle in it. Woes are the fools, the fools who just want a master...