He stood, silently, waiting. A dead man standing. 
It had all happened way too quickly for him to even shred a note of reaction. One moment the forest was all laid out in front of him, Mykah not a heartbeat away when his vision vanished. He did not know of any accidents prior for this to be happening, He did not understand why, out of the blue, that this was befallen upon him. What had he done to deserve such a curse. 
Mykah gently called for him, a call of distress as she could sense the fear emanating from within him, whether or not the Beast could feel it, it was there plain as day. 
Her soft calling sent an ache through his heart, that feeling goosebumps give when they appear upon your skin. He couldn't see her, he couldn't get to her in fear of falling. If he went down there would be no telling if he'd be able to get himself back up;With being in his weakened state. A soft nicker escaped from bearded lips, a calling to let her know he was still here, still somewhat alive. Even his calling came weak and in despair. Whatever was happening to him must be some god awful trick. why had the gods picked on him today.

He froze, like the lands where he dwell. Well and truly frozen. Something, or someone brushed up against is size. They must have been somewhat at his height level for where their touch had grazed. His skin crawled with the sensation, muscles twitched and contracted as he tried not to flinch and shy away. To show weakness was to show fear. He never truly did understand that until this very moment. He wasn't built for fighting, but he sure was good at taking the blows and defending himself. If they wanted a fight, they would be very disappointed. But why blind them first? Surely that was cheating. 
Mykah hissed and growled from where she may be, a warning sign towards them both. Possibly having sensed his utmost fear and hearing his thoughts, she had now come to understand; potentially more so than himself. what was happening hear. 

Words burnt the flesh of his ear, its putrid, hot breath caused the blue mans audits to lay back, flush against his neck as if he were trying to block him out. He did not listen, he did not want to follow. He did not want to be taken by this sick creature. But something pulled on him, Like a tether wrapped around his throat. He went, without so much of a fuss, what else could he have done? Well if he had had all his energy he possibly could have just as easily barreled them down, using his brute force as a weapon. 

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It felt like a forever until they finally came to a stop. Having felt the pressure be relived he managed to stop without so bumping into (whom ever it was) them. It was then his vision was restored, a slight shimmer of euphoria briefly entered his stream, but it was soon engulfed within hatred. 
The light that suddenly filled his vision was of nothing to the man. Having grown up in a land of vast white plains, his eye's had grown accustomed to harsh light. Dealing quickly with the moment at hand. And there stood in front of him all proud and happy looking was this guy. Steam would have come out of his ears if it were so do-able. 
Do. Not. Be. Afraid He snapped, something inside of him snapped at his words. Mykah hid behind the mass of fur, not liking the feelings coming from her bonded. The last time he got this angry it had been at her for attacking another. But it was a birdy and she liked to eats them. 

"First of all.." He took a step closer "You blind me!" He shouted towards them and took another step closer. "Then you have the audacity to tell me not to be Afraid!" He snorted in derision, so confused on what was going on, the emotions boiling inside him becoming all too much for him. And it was as if Mykah sensed this as she did that thing where she rubbed up against him, it calmed him. Brought his thoughts back to Earth and; as you might say, reset his clocks. 
"You need to learn your manners child. For all you could have done was ask me, without the stupid tricks and i would have followed you" His voice was more calm this time, back to his rather deep authoritative, but kind and gentlemanly ways.
"Now pray tell, what am i doing here?" Was all he asked As Mykah crept forwards underneath his legs.

OOC:: OMgosh i am so sorry this took me so long. But i feel it was worth the wait <3

Beowulf

Love tames the benumbed Beast