"speech" thinking action "others" He'd passed by a wolf who was sprawled out in the grass, while he was away. A mortal, of course, but he had been intrigued. Her pupils had been broad enough to nearly engulf her eyes altogether, and he'd thought she might be related to him somehow. But no, those were not eyes like Kefka. She had eaten a few buds of cannabis, and had relayed its effects to him. Fascinated by the concept of narcotics, the phoenix had filed the information away for his eventual return. Well, here he was. The rain had died down, finally. The dark clouds overhead were ominous, and he was sure he wouldn't be enjoying the break from the downpour very long. So, he hurried into the garden. Surely the herb would be there. He hunted as quickly as he could, paws squelching in the mud. The thought of enjoying a quiet evening in with his mind clouded seemed amicable, especially since he likely wouldn't notice how time seemed to drag on forever when the weather was dreary. Auburn form slipped amongst the foliage with serpentine ease, muscles rippling beneath his fur. He was eager to find the five pointed leaves, and the side effects of their consumption. He wanted to see for himself, and test their effects on divinity. DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS, BUT ALWAYS KEEP THEM ON A LEASH

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Tsarvix It wasn't often that Tsarvix went out in search of others of the pack to spend time with, he was quite happy in his solitude and needed no friends to distract him from his life's purpose. Today, however, he was beginning to feel the boredom and loneliness more then he'd usually could handle. Pyrrhic was the only wolf he had any interest in interacting with, but the heir was a busy man and he didn't have all the time in the world to spend with Tsarvix. Tthe mortal wolf had no intentions on begging for his attention either, lest he look desperate. He wandered into the God's Garden to sit quietly in the shade as he did most days, but stopped short of his usual spot upon approaching another who dug furiously in the soil. Dark ears perked forward and he moved to step towards the rust-colored wolf, head held low between his shoulders. Verdant green eyes shifted uncomfortably as he approached, searching the area for any other who might witness his uncharacteristic socializing. "It wouldn't be right to just leave without seeing what he is doing." Tsarvix told himself. "You looking for something in particular?" He asked as he grew near. He was kicking himself internally for even bothering to ask, it's not like he knew anything on healing or herbalism. "Do you uh, need help or something?" The chocolate wolf stood- toes squishing in the mud awkwardly -and looked down at the wet ground as if it might bite him. "Speech." "You" "Think"