Blah, blah, blah.

On the masculine strode, his long legs moving as fast as possible to escape her before pausing. An unsettled feeling twisted within him, his ears twitching as she spoke. "Are you threatening me?" He asked, gyrating to face her. The large male retraced his steps until he drew closer, his physique circling her. "Is that your big plan? To threaten me using Yelena?" He paused before her, face staring into her own as his head turned sideways. "You'd best do better than that, love." Mocking her, he sneered in her face, no longer acting respectful nor kind. "If you do such a thing," he spoke blankly, "I will find a way to make you pay." Delivering his words in monotone paired with a whisper, he did little more as he watch her saunter away with a swing of her hips. She knew that she had won the arguement with a single sentence. If she spoke of anything regarding Yelena, it would be over.

What more could Bǫlverkr do but watch? What more could he do as he saw her approach Nazar, who still had his tail tucked between his legs? Staring for a moment longer, the male drew back saliva, only to spit in their direction. Unnoticed, of course, before whirling around and slinking away.

"Shut up."

A voice called in his mind, taunting him. It was a small one, nothing more but quiet voice, and yet it spoke to him. Telling him to do unimaginable things that he couldn't even repeat aloud. He wasn't sure when the voice begun. As a juvenile, perhaps, but its volume gradually increased as time went on. Once a whisper, now nearly a normal speaking volume, he knew that it would only continue to grow.

But you want to.. it said, screaming at him in its quiet tone. "No, I don't. Leave me alone," came his response, teeth clicking together. Yes, you do.. It would be an accident. "Enough," he spoke, but it ignored him, talking over his plea. Nobody would know. Don't you want to see what you'd look like covered in red? "I said leave me alone!" He snapped, mumbling to himself before something touched his side.

Fur bristling, his eyes widened as a snarl escaped him. A sudden motion was all it took for him to whirl around, prepared to sink his teeth into whoever stood alongside of him. He paused centimeters away from her muzzle, eyes widened and mouth hovering over it before drawing back. "I'm sorry.. I thought.. I didn't see you." Shock splurged through him upon facing Yelena, a clear look of panic upon his face that soon seeped away. Glancing around, he leaned forward.

"The voice is back." Releasing a dragged sigh, he ignored her question. He wasn't alright. His mere response mentioning the voice should be enough proof that he wasn't. "It won't stop. It won't leave." Grumbling and spitting, his eyes lingered upon her smaller frame. "Hey, can you try slamming my head? Maybe that'll get it out. Here." Leaning down, he positioned his head on the ground. "Just.. Smack it with your paw or something. Maybe it'll work if you do it. Oh, or get a rock! Just.. something hard. Put a good dent in, yanno?" Bǫlverkr rested on the ground awkwardly, awaiting some sort of impact. Like a switch his personality changed, his entire self acting like another.

"I'll go on a walk, but first, we do this. Come on, get something. A small pebble, really. That should work. God, it's like a cricket chirping in there. I'm going insane here, Len. You gotta help me out here." If there was nothing to be concerned over earlier, there sure was now. On and on Bǫlverkr chattered, speaking of physically getting the voice out of his head before his words slowly died down. Sighing, he raised his head.

"There's something wrong with me, Len."