Ghosts

He was angry, always angry. All the company he had here was his mother, occasionally he would see her speak to his father or some other people he didn't know but still he had no one here. Not one fucking soul to talk to. He had died angry and that seemed to be intensifying as time trickled by here. He hated it, he hated everything. His mother had assured him that his father would destroy Valhalla as payment for his death but would that be enough? Would that ever be enough? No... But at the same time he didn't know what would be enough. He didn't know anything and it was infuriating. He didn't know what had happened to Azalea and her unborn children, didn't know who had won the war, didn't know where his siblings were or his father. Not that he cared much for either of his parents anymore. At least his mom was here now and could no longer get hurt since she was dead. Just like him... Dead...

Massive paws were folded atop one another as he attempted to lay in this hazy wonderland and not hate everything. Especially himself. That was when he heard the voice, cut through the fog and for a moment he would frown. Was it his mother looking for him again? He grumbled before heaving his skeletal form to his paws and headed towards the sound. Though what he found froze him in his tracks. There she was, standing in this haze looking sharper and more focused then anything else. She was different then his mother, he could already tell as much. She was alive? His mother had told him that the dead could touch the living dreams but Vixe hadn't tried. Had she done this? Did he even want to go over and see her?

It wasn't like he was hiding behind a bush out of sight staring at her. There was nothing in this land, instead he stood to the distance, hoping he could blend into the darkness but something told him that if he could see her that she could see him. So with a sigh he would lumber over, a mixture of feelings raging chaotically through him. "Azalea...?" His words were a soft whisper, a hushed sound meant for her ears alone despite the fact that they were the only two here. How would she react? He had seen her on the battlefield that day, she had been one of the last things he had seen after all... It was hard to not spend every day thinking about her face.

Speech!