Azhlin

Hybrid pup wandered into the Domes, brooding and silent. So many things haunted him, so much of his past...

You killed them... all of them
You did it...

You saw her, said nothing...
You knew it, and said nothing...
Speak nothing, no one...

Don't show, don't tell
They can't know
I see it
they see it
it's in your eyes...

cursed eyes of the cursed one...

Bright blue eyes squeezed shut against the thoughts that howled and shouted within him.

You killed them
YOU you YOU.

Shaking his head in denial, he screamed over the noise inside. Leave me! Haunt me no more! I have my ghosts, I'll not keep yours!

Whsiper

Steel plated huntress makes her motions silent and unnoticeable to most. However, she came with the wind, her scent brought right to the pup of which she had caught sound of. His words intrigued her, and even more so that she noticed he was lone. At least physically. Though normally unfriendly, this dove had found some reason to venture here, whether she had a true soft pot for pups she couldn't remember, but at least she held no hatred for them.

"They do not respond well to command..." Her words slipped from her jaws with a rather snake like feeling to them. And as she spoke she neared the pup, her silver globes fixed on the small wolf. "Why do they haunt you so?" Her voice now gained a more questionitive tone, however it still had to slyish sounds worked within.

Azhlin

Azhlin, lost in his thoughts, had not even heard the wolfess approach, but when she spoke he leapt by reflex, making a turn in mid-air and landing firmly and gracefully on the ground several feet away. A low growl came to his throat as he spoke. What business is it of yours? They are my ghosts, not yours. What do you know of ghosts? Of pain? Of death? And he turned his face down.

Haunting, calling...
Hear me see me
I know you did it
You betrayed us
You betrayed us...
You betrayed us all.

STOP! The instruction was to his thoughts. His growl halted completely, and his voice was low in murmuring, but he finally looked up to the wolfess. How can I make it stop? Why do they call to me? Can you make them stop? Tell them to stop! STOP STOP! And he shook his head, as though the motion would banish the voices. His little fangs bared as he snapped at air. The pup was not insane, but haunted by a terrible past, determined to defeat his inner demons. He continued to murmur, low and unintelligible.

Whisper

The huntress could not help but chuckle silently at the pups first few questions. But at his sudden yell she shut up, for once generally concerned. Her nares twitched, as if looking for something physical, though it was obvious it was not. And as the young wolfs pleas continued, she found it necessary to think deep. They... they don't. her words were spoke quietly, and rather calmly for the situation at hand. She knew well of voices in the mind, for it was one reason she was dubbed such. However, it was also due to the fact that at a young age she was plagued by voices. Oh how they tortured her. However it was not death that brought the voices to her. But mostly because she was so naive and open to the world. It was part of the explanation as to why she now was cold and bitter.

"I tell you commands do nothing!" Her words were spat out once more, her mind now racing. How did she exactly accomplish her now voiceless life? She had become cold, but how. And even if she knew, would it be right to teach a pup such things. "They never cease, they are just blocked. Blocked from the mind, blocked from the soul." Again she returned to an unusual sense of calm.

Azhlin

He growled again, and began to pace. Don't you understand?! I HAVE NO SOUL! I lost it long ago! And it's all her fault! It's her fault! Her fault. She asked for it, so I did it. Yes I did it. She deserved it! I HAD TO! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?

And suddenly his pacing halted, and his eyes focused again, on Whisper. You hear them too, don't you? The voices? You're like me. I feel it. I can smell it on you. I can always tell. His cursed blue eyes stared at her, studying, weighing, wondering.

Whisper

The huntress said nothing during the youngster’s rage of soulless life. Rather she stood, features letting no emotion slip onto them. She had never been a truly emotional fatale, and when some did show it was a small amount.

"Foolish... I hear them no longer." Her words were snippy, and her dial was quickly positioned to allow optics to look opposite of the pup. It was true, she once did hear them. Every moment of her young life she heard them, however no longer. As she aged her soul blocked the voices, and she lost the care of any that did pass. Bloodlust seemed a cure for such voices. However, her case seemed to vary from the pups.

The voices she once heard were spirits, attracted to her soul, as one easily accessible. This youngster had done something to cause the words of personal audio, and to deal with something like that may not be as simple as her case had truly been.

"Now whose spirit seeks such revenge upon you for their death?" it was an assumption. Azhlin had not said he killed anyone. Only that SHE had asked for it and that he granted her wise. But whether her assumption was right or wrong, it would be sure to bring forth something of more detail.

Azhlin

The voices abated for a moment at her question, and adopted a calm tone, imitating hers. You DO hear them. Sometimes. I see it. But, then... and he paused. So many ask revenge on me. So many have I killed... so many betrayed... so many... he shook his head.
I bet you think I did it for the love of killing. On one level, that is true. Killing quiets the voices for a moment or two. But they soon are back, with more to haunt me. But mostly... and his voice choked just a bit, for it was a powerful memory. ...mostly... I have killed to survive. Wherever I go destruction follows in my wake. Wars, death, disease, follow my every tread. I don't know why! And his voice rose for the first time in this recital. I never asked for them... And low, under his breath, he murmured, so low that the huntress would have to listen carefully to catch the words.

Cursed eyes of the cursed one
Step follows step to destruction...
You cannot hide from me

You cannot escape
You cannot go far
If you try to run
I'll be where you are

You won't be
'Til you confess
Ever running
Without rest

Secrets must be told...

And finally, he turned back to Whisper, his voice low. Can you help me? Teach me to block the voices? They'll not leave me in peace. I cannot sleep, I cannot eat for their speaking. Help me? Blue eyes opened wide, the only sign of his fear lying in the back of that vast blueness: the fear of madness. The voices would make him mad, he thought. Quietly, not daring to hope, he waited.

Whisper

The huntress stood, her hark intently positioned to listen to the pups soft spoken words. Each one caught within her peaks and seemingly torn apart, finding each possible meaning. Though normally she was not so observant, the young one had brought this side of her to the surface, and only once he's pleads ended again did she dare part her kissers to speak.

"To say that I could teach you anything would be a promise too hard to keep..."

She paused thinking a moment, as if she was final on that thought, but after a long moment of silence she spoke up once more.

"However... you’re young... and I am for once able to relate. I will show you only what I know, as of a method to rid yourself of the voices. But I make no promises, nor any miracles." She fell silent once more, her dial tilting to allow the steal dove, the ability to view the heavens above. "We never as for them..." She added at the end, in a far quieter tone.

Azhlin

He looked her full in the face, not a challenge, but a promise. All I ask is the chance. For it, I will owe you my life, anything you wish. Just the chance of silence... And here the faintest shadow of a smile lit his plae face. A chance... to be free... to live... silent.

Whisper

The moonwashed duchess shook her dail, silenlty scolding herself for aggreeing to help the pup. Never had she shwon so much concern before. This would change the view even her own brother had of her. And yet she didn't care.

"Then follow. Bloodlust was part of my savior. And it evidently is part yours as well. You say the voices cease for a time... if this is so, then it will be somewhat of a trainer for you then."

The huntress lifed her bod off the earth, shaking her frame to remove the bits of ash that lay all voer the hells barrior.

"To a place I am known well..."

With tis said her pistons started to carry her away, not too fast, but enough to cause the pups small limbs to keep a constant trot.

Azhlin

Hybrid pup turned to follow.