bubonicplague could relate, in a way. how it felt to be pushed aside from the ones he loved or to be overlooked. if he was still young, still the way he had acted then, perhaps he too would share deadsea's hatred for the world. he supposed there was some part of him that did. though for the most part, he accepted it. all he was, all he would ever be, was a speck of dust. and that was okay. he didn't want to be any more than that. bubs had done what he wanted with his life when he could--or at least did what was possible--and that was all that mattered. he still yearned sometimes, yearned for a lover's touch, soft kisses and words of endearment. part of him hoped he would one day find it again, like he had with lirim, but the demon didn't think himself worthy of everbeing loved so dearly again.
it wasn't uncommon for the dire wolf to find himself wandering, lost in the cloudy depths of his mind. it was times like these that he was sloppy. when he wasn't paying attention as he usually did. the snapping of a stick beneath his paw startled him from his thoughts, and for a moment, he stopped. finally took in his surroundings, listening and breathing in the scents around him. he could sense a presence not too far in front of him, but exactly how far, he wasn't sure. he clicked a few times, trying to determine the distance, before finally trudging into the other's line of sight.
bubonicplague paused a meter away, sightless eyes seeming to scan the area. his head swayed slightly as he got a grasp of where he was. certainly a ways away from the ruins, that was for sure. the wolf turned his head to deadsea. "who might you be?"