There was so much noise, nattering around in Osiris's head, like a constant buzz pulling on his mind and making him more and more disgruntled with each passing moment. Perhaps Comadre noticed this first, for the wolf could feel the eyes of his bonded fixed upon the face of the wolf, even as he calmed his stance upon his shoulder. The snake obviously did not intend to harm the hybrid, so it no longer needed his attention. Those violet eyes did notice the mimicry of movement in Tinek, though, but for now his concern was not for the dragon which adored him, but for the furry companion whose heart was currently beating at an erratic pace.

Slowly, mainly due to the vacuous feeling of abandonment consuming his chest, pushing with that negative energy until the organ could not beat with regular time. Fast, the presence of an unknown predator as well as several others. It was like each thud in his ribcage would bounce from one rhythm to another, making the wolf feel somewhat squeamish standing upright, and the only thing the large hybrid wanted was to crawl into a cave and sleep off this horrible feeling. In dreams, there was often an escape from the immediate reality, and in dead sleep, nothing touched your mind. No hopes, no worries, just a blissful sort of darkness. How he wished now was the time to succumb to such a thing.

However, the chatter in his ears only increased, making them slick back in annoyance. Head dips, heart settling on one speed due to the growing irritation of his mind, spreading like a wildfire to the edges of his consciousness. Osiris, are you okay? inquistive claws, the reptile making steady work of his coat to bring him atop the poll of his bonded, tail hanging back behind a folded ear like some sort of adornment, front talons grasping his forelock tightly. Long neck arches down for violet eyes to look straight into feral gold. Suddenly, the hybrid lifts his head, a dragon for a crown, and looks around the gathering rather peevishly.

The unicorn idiot is speaking now, his mouth rambling on and on with a nonsensical tone. "Can you shut the hell up?" the wolf asks abruptly, not really caring if he interrupts the thought process of one so dense. Whether he had been coming to a natural stop or not, the words ceased, and Osiris was grateful. "I have little patience for your humor right now." It figures that the day his heart was ripped from his chest that he would have an audience, but the wolf was not inclined to deal with the needless chatter of others for no reason.

"Was there something you needed, Bazilisk?" the wolf asks, eyes directed toward the snake now, as the creature had approached him first.
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