Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

Those nervous words hardly failed to reach his mind, how entirely the wolf so managed to achieve such a method of communication he hardly knew and yet here and now the Fae King found himself distinctly distracted from the oddities of mental communication that seemed to be within the capabilities of Weres- or at least, this Were. That Raven believed this to be some sort of power was evidently clear and yet still Dorian so failed to willingly accept this notion that he had somehow reanimated the previously deceased rabbit. Surely the wolf had simply failed to kill it correctly and yet how convinced Dorian was of this very outcome remained to be seen. Some part of the Fae unwilling to accept the evidence with which he was presented, that nausea rolling through him still as he managed to stumble into a seating position of sorts atop that fallen, mossy log, one hand running through the brunette of his hair in contemplation of just what he had witnessed or caused and just what this might seem to mean. His thoughts, as they so often did, drifting towards Sebastian and just how he might explain this to his lover, the softest of frowns adorning his features in consideration of the notion perhaps it was better left unsaid. It would only worry the vampire, of that he was sure, Sebastian so entirely prone to afflict himself with any myriad of concerns if allowed to indulge them. Dorian determined not to add to the vampires concerns. At least not today.

The sudden exclamation from the wolf sees his own head lift once more, his hand hurriedly drawn away from its place upon the log, the silver of his gaze cast down at those small, neat little flowers that had begun to bloom atop that damp and mossy wood- his eyes widening rapidly in surprise. For several moments to man is simply left blinking in a manner almost stupefied before he becomes aware of the grass dying beneath his feet, Dorian stumbling away from it now as if somehow fearing that greenery might harm him in a fashion, those flowers as bright as ever while the grass remained wholly as dead as the rabbit that lay several feet away. It was hardly a rare occurrence that the Fae so found himself afflicted with a plethora of questions, the modern world so given to confuse him in all manner of ways and yet this, he supposed, had little to do with anything modern and far more to do with some ability to create....plants he had not yet considered. The man so ignoring whatever evidence seemed to exist for the rabbit in this moment. Perhaps that was why the rabbit had returned to life? Perhaps he had somehow....encouraged the energy of plants within it. Did a rabbit not eat plants?

His gaze at last returns to Raven, the distress upon his features still clear all the same, that glowing light that seemed to erupt from every area burning at his eyes, forcing him to close them until the man is entirely sure he hardly feels well all over again, those very words muttered from his lips as the wolf presses the warmth of her fur into his leg- one hand reaching automatically to stroke her fur before the man hesitates. What if touching her so resulted in her becoming as the rabbit? What if flowers so begun to grow from her fur?! Dorian moves his hand back to himself with care, his head nodding softly in agreement to her words, the man allowing his eyes to close and shut out that glowing light- an instant sort of relief seeming to pass over him as a sigh leaves his lips.

"Yes, this is better I might just stay this way for a moment and then return home. I am....tired I think perhaps this might effect what is occurring today, whatever it is. I am not used to being awake in the day you see."

He was, perhaps, attempting to distract even himself from the plethora of thoughts that resounded within his mind until they were nearly oppressive in their determination to assault him. One hand resting without thought now upon the wolf girl, the man so oblivious now to that flow of power that still existed, forging a rather sudden bond between them both in that exchange of life here and now. Dorian so unaware of his actions.