OOoo track for now ^u^

I'm tempted to toss Jehoel at him just to see how that goes o:

OuO track, definatly going to have Helmut meet him at some point

The stark creature only snapped his ears in the direction to a melodic tone a short distance away, his skin crawling with despair and discomfiture as his eyes tightened his gape even more. He didn't flinch to the other's question, but his eyes slowly crept over to meet the animal speaking to him by it's last remark. His maroon eyes locking with the other flame bitten creature that stared at him.

Voltaire was never good with jokes. He found them as a form of mockery and he couldn't stand humorous strangers trying to begin a conversation that consisted with a sarcastic comment. All the issues he has to cope with is taking over his sense of right and wrong but if his head was clear and jubilant as he wished it to be, he probably would have genuinely laughed at the banter made by the other creature. But now, it was hardly tolerated no matter how innocent.

He tilted his skull as it turned slowly and slightly with his eyes, his expression remained focused and balked like before. He examined the being before him, his eyes absorbing every detail. The fire that engulfed the deer's frame and his chalk white mask over his face was a strange detail but not foreign to the buck. He merely stared at the other, his eyes also unblinking and steady like before. He didn't sense a threat but it was the darkness that burrowed within his broken spirit that was gushing between the cracks. Revealing itself through the bucks nature.

He clued in that the creature was merely pulling his tail to make a joke and meant no harm. Although his nature told Voltaire otherwise, and it made him obviously wary and uncomfortable with the other. No one could really be trusted because he's made that mistake one too many times now.

"Bothered..." he said, with his broad, abyssal voice seeping through his teeth like aqueous ebony. "Close. But not quite the word I would use."
Voltaire moved his head forward once again and dropped his head, allowing his antlers intertwine with the ground gently, letting the tines claw into the flesh of the earth with each breath of air. He sighed and lifting his head up to resume his position.

His legs trembled from exhaustion, his head dizzy and each limb begging to be rested but he refused and kept his vision on the horizon. Blurring in and out and creating the smudge of colors to look like an unfinished painting. It was beautiful, but also unsettling. His body was running off fumes and from standing still for hours, his frame was in due time to collapse into the foliage below him. But he forced himself to stay conscious. To stay awake. He couldn't miss any detail... he had to wait.

He sighed immediately in frustration at the others words. The only answer he wanted was one that nobody in this world would know. It pained him deep within his soul so much he didn't understand how to cope with it alone and withstand the urge to turn this gorgeous sun blossomed forest into a callous bloodbath out of a formula of hate and regret.

Finally he eased his bitter expression and latched eyes with the other. "Look... I just want to know what this place is." He murmured. His eyes trailing down to the earth again. Voltaire didn't know even remotely what this realm was all about; was it for lost souls, angels, demons or all of the above. He had absolutely no idea how to get out or fix his situation, he was just lost in a loop that he couldn't escape.

He listened to the other speak fluently, although Voltaire's mind somewhat spaced out half way through. What was being said both made sense and also was the most bizarre thing that doesn't even sound possible. For so many creatures being in this foreign realm, it almost was like the location of lost souls.

Voltaire knew hardly a thing about lost souls and other realms for the punished aside from hell, he saw the world in black and white. Heaven and Hell. Good and bad. He never bothered looking between the lines because it meant nothing to him. Being put in this area was the most confusing and frustrating to him because well... he was proved wrong. "Is there any way out?" Voltaire asked with his eyes more sincere then before, "as if I'd be able to leave anyway... I just don't understand..." He whispered as his brows furrowed again. Why would high ranked angels be put in a place with the most powerful demons? Along with innocent souls that were born here? He also noticed when he was first able to move around after Eloa left, he walked around in a loop that never ended. He kept north the whole time and he would just end up back to the same place. How did souls survive in such a clustered place?

He shook his head in disagreement. "I'm afraid that won't be the case for me. You see, in my case I would be going against the Gods." He said, his voice puffing out like train exhaust, hardly able to get the words out. "I just wonder what it is I can do to be able to mend with this habitat. This is much different than the environments I have lived in. It's almost like the in between of two worlds... I don't know." He explained, his voice suddenly trailing off into a whisper as if he was trying to figure it out... but it sounded profound and didn't make sense so he lowered his voice.

He looked at the being again, his soul was soothing more with the thought of the other trying to help him figure something out. "I'm Voltaire." The brute greeted with nothing but an insignificant tip of his head.

He wasn't actually implying the Gods in this realm. In fact, he had no idea there were separate Gods watching over this land and if he did, their power meant nothing to him. He meant Him the God that taunted him and cursed him to Hell and made him rip off his own wings. The one everyone thought wasn't real after the infection took over his planet. That he was a pathetic myth. He was an angel that worked in one of the highest rankings as God's left hand man. His vengeance took over his mind and caused him to sin. That God had more power than he ever dreamed about. He had already turned his back to Him once which made Voltaire go insane and he nearly killed himself. There was no way he would be in the right mindset to face God himself once more with revenge.

"Ah, thank you... Jehoel, but friendship isn't my main concern." Voltaire said as his one brow bone rose slightly. "I'm not the best at keeping friendships anyway." He chuckled and looked at the orange framed deer.

The beast's lip twitched with amusement at his question. Although he wasn't usually one to make such dark humor, he couldn't resist. Mainly because today his shadow was really crawling into his head and taking the drivers seat. You could see it in his eyes, there was a murky layer of darkness that made his soul appear filthy to those who didn't look hard enough to actually see his true beauty. He was ugly on the outside. A spine tingling creature that would appear in most peoples nightmares, even his own. All those who passed would merely give him a disgusted look and continue with their business. He honestly didn't blame them, the first time he saw his reflection he scared himself. The beast he turned into reflected his true personality so poorly. It was a bloodthirsty face on a gentle being. But it was the envy, vengeance, and growing lust for misery and pain for everyone around him to experience that put that mask on.

"Well, take a look... friend." Voltaire said sarcastically with glaring eyes and a mocking half grin. He detached their eye contact to look down at his own body and then back at him again.

Voltaire watched him collect himself into a stance. His body was charred and flicking with apricot induced paint strokes along his coal-like skin. His eye brow bone furrowed in slight frustration at the others persistent attitude, he felt as if maybe the burning creature was trying to prove something, so he spoke up. "Is there something you are trying to prove, Jehoel?" Voltaire asked with his tone lower than before.

He honestly didn't care what anyone thought about the brute. He merely wanted to know why Jehoel didn't see what Voltaire saw. Voltaire saw something so disgusting and frightening when he saw his reflection. It showed all the shadows inside him, not actually him. He didn't understand exactly why he was here and if it was to start a new chapter, why would he be such an ugly creature? He took note on what Jehoel said after... he looked confused at the fact that there are multiple beings, even jello creatures, in this forest. It was overwhelming. By this point, he kinda wanted out.

( Sorry for the delay! :< )

Voltaire was beginning to get genuinely angry now. His ears were picking up the wrong words coming from the flaming buck. He shot his eyes right into his and turned his full body to face him, his front legs spread apart in a threatening stance. However his large antlers were held on a pedistal high above the forests floor. The shadow of the taunting trees spilled their shadows over the dark buck and devoured his body aside from the enhancements of his muscles which owned a dull gleam within the suns petty reflection. His red eyes were holding a solid stare into the others hollow dark ones. They bit past the darkness and shot right through with a vivid crimson beam.

"I am a monster, Jehoel." He spat, the words were bitter and sullen. "Do you not see what I am? This is a body I was put in to be tortured and you don't understand where i'm coming from? You don't think that this is that bad? I have never in my days been in more pain and disgust then when I first saw my reflection. I have become my worst nightmare." He said, his voice yelling now before he released a heave of hot air from his snout. "What if all the dead came here, if I saw my daughter. She would be scared of me. She wouldn't know who I was." His voice eased now, "I'm not scared of what other people think of me. Quite frankly I couldn't care any less. But my biggest fear in this universe is having someone I care about more than my own life be afraid of me"

( And just so you know, the reason why Voltaire kinda I guess, "read his mind" was apart of his new black magic he is obtaining with the darkness inside of him :^). It is still very foreign and he is unaware of it for now for it is only the early stages :} )

He sighed once more before regaining his conscious mindset. It was like something blindfolded him while a fiery temper took the steering wheel, which made Voltaire feel irrational and foolish but he wasn't one to apologize or feel sympathetic in these kinds of situations. Jehoel wasn't a horrible being. Volt was definitely a little grumpy here and there especially from the situation he just fell out from and Jehoel was more bold that most of the creatures that he had run into which slightly annoyed him. Although he thought maybe the more beings he was around, it would be easier for him to absorb the light again. The thoughts made his frame stiff as his creased brows turned his eyes to the doughy ground. "Yeah, well time is something I have been quite patient with." Voltaire said with a distant tone. "And upset is quite the understatement there, Jehoel" He said with a slight chuckle. His eyes meeting the others.

( Also, I should be quicker on my responses when I get on here now that his biography is finally updated )

His eyes pinched closed as his head throbbed with an unfamiliar pound. It wasn't foreign to him to receive frequent headaches with all that has happened to him mentally and physically but this time it was something different. It was almost like his mind was overly concentrated and slightly overheated with power. His eyes opened slowly as he thought deeper about it. He heard Jehoel speaking but his words weren't taken into account until his head bobbed up with ease, his heart racing. Did he just find the power deep within his soul and brought it forward again? Did he just use black magic? He did think it was somewhat strange without much context or even words spoken from Jehoel when he guessed that he didn't see exactly why Voltaire was so upset with his ugly appearance. But he got so fired up he hardly even thought over what was the actual situation. Finally his ears, synchronized with his eyes flung forward toward the apricot sparkled buck before him. The words were finally clicked in with a few raw moments slithering by.

"I have too. The dark energy within this forest was all too familiar to me." Voltaire said, his voice dry. "At first I thought this was Hell but if there are innocent ones and angels here. Can't be." Voltaire pondered at his statement and shook his head in frustration. "Ah, I don't want to get into this silly nonsense again. I will just have to accept the fact that this is what life is. Well for now." The buck said with his voice trailing off by the end of it.

( I am sorry again for the delay ;X I have been busy creating a new character & biography )

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Voltaire's eyes shot forward toward the flaming creature. "What?" The black brute questioned with his eyes trailing across Jehoel. He felt eye contact went too long with the silence so he blinked twice and spoke. "No. I am fine. Just, still a little dazed with everything happening." He lied, his voice flat and toneless.

He didn't mind having Jehoel's company now. He figured he meant well and acting hostile and lying actually made him slightly discomforted knowing he didn't really deserve that. Volt fixed his stance and stood strong once more, taking a few steps forward.

"Look, Jehoel, it's been a bit crazy. I apologize for being so hostile."

Voltaire felt strange after the words slipped out. He was unfamiliar with the taste of an apology and he supposed Eloa's calming aura was beginning to have an effect on him. He didn't protest, but it was also something so foreign to him he wasn't quite sure how to react. He felt almost belittled by the fact that someone as small as her, knowing her for such little time has already made such an impact in his life in this realm. It honestly frightened him. She had this way of lifting the darkness just enough for Voltaire to see his way out.

"Yeah..." Voltaire said as his eyes glanced to the horizon. "Eloa, my first encounter here, she's been very good to me and is really helping me read between the lines. She's an angel and it's quite reassuring." The black stage exclaimed. "She's my personal chill pill" Voltaire laughed, his dark energy obviously was lifted somewhat on his own this time.

Voltaire gave him a serious look at his joke and held it for a few seconds before he twisted into a gin and laughed quietly. The black stag shook his head and rested down as well for the first time in hours and his limbs howled with thanks as they finally rested down.

He yawned and stretched his front legs forward before turning to Jehoel again. "Y'know, you're not as bad as I thought." Volt said with a raised brow bone. "I've seen some nasty ones here and you're pretty decent." He attempted to be as kind as he felt he could but it was utterly failing and it was completely unintentional.

It was merely the balance between to shadow and the light that twisted his mood so suddenly. Making him thrash out with rage to cracking subtle jokes. He hardly noticed it now that it was so common and familiar so he didn't notice his sudden change in mood.

"Best not to find out." Voltaire said quietly. Avoiding drama is something he did often, and for some reason those who despise intertwining themselves within dramatic solutions always get caught in the worst problems. Forest scraps were the least of his problems currently and getting involved was the farthest from his main concern. Although his sudden changes in attitude could inflict threats unintentionally.