Thunder Dome three wise men

It was thoroughly ironic that so sharp a mind could be abandoned so easily for fierce, stupid violence. Noctura had a mind full of musings and magic, logic and philosophy, and whatever clouds of thought drifted his way. Yet in body he was a fool, always moving on instinct, primal and bestial. In all honesty he had tried to train himself to be less of a fool in this way, but his instinct always overcame him to the point at which he had simply given up.

Until Asterr.

She had imbued him with a new wave of motivation — a tidal wave, in fact, because he took Asterr's faith in him very seriously indeed. She believed in the dark male, and though a part of him still (guiltily) thought this naive, he had taken it to heart and mind. And yes, even to body. For he was trying now more than ever to control his instict and rise above it.

This would be one hell of a challenge. For along came two handsome brutes, inquisitive and assertive. None of the three submitted to the other, and although this felt normal to Noctura, who was used to lone wolves, he also knew that packs held hierarchy below the Alpha and above the Omega. He hoped he didn't have to deal with any fights for rank — he wouldn't be able to pass the test of controlling himself, and this meeting would end in the death of at least one of them. So he swiftly forced his mind from such dread, and instead tried to focus on... you know, talking.

I know Asterr, yes. She accepted me into the tribe a few days back. My name's Noctura, he added as a peace offering.