Golden Glade welcome to hell

thanks for joining <3

So lost, was he, in his troubling thoughts that he found himself growing startled when he caught the sudden whiff of Aspen's scent. His muscles stretched taut beneath his sterling pelt and the fur along the base of his spine prickled and bristled. He forced himself to relax when his ears caught the noise of her friendly chuff and he squeezed his eyes shut, his back still facing her, wishing he could collect himself and give her the confident soldier she was looking for, the confident soldier that this pack needed, but Nicolas found that he simply couldn't.

So, the Baron kept his head bowed, his mouth shut, and his muscles taut as he tried to figure out his next move through the puzzling fog of thoughts that dominated his mind. He could feel his alter ego's presence breaking down his mental barriers, brick by brick, tearing it down as it attempted to forge a home in Nico's mind once more. But this was it; it was Nico's mind, not his mind. This was his, and his only, and he refused to let his alter ego take possession of it.

Not again.

He didn't care if he was being selfish. This was his body, and this was his mind. It was his, and nobody else's.

And that was that.