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The love to accept, the love to forgive, the love that accepted the faults of the now in the hopes of a growth towards the future.

In a sense the core of their love was very similar.

Well, but how would it carry him through against that thing that he dared to try and make part of him?

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MGXvKHno6Q]It stirred.[/url] Still remembering the taste of blood, the feeling of its first thoughts as it sluggishly came to awareness before it was thrust into slumber again. It surged, pushing against Roland's mind as it sensed what could be as a feast to it. Adapt, adapt, adapt. The core of its existence was adaption. It was awakened, it became aware of the world, of its existence. It was an arm, it was a beast. It was a beast in the shape of a human arm. It was linked to that man, and yet it was itself. 

It feasted upon the flesh offered to it and found it agreeable. To devour hands as a hand, to devour human flesh while mimicking human flesh.

What a strange circumstance.

Yet it would deal with such things. Its psyche was forming in a sense, the spirit slowly awakening as the seal was lifted. Yes. There was much to entice and encourage the growth and wildness of such a boar in this city. But right now it was confronted directly, coaxed into a meeting. Before it could rampage, before it could truly attempt to take over the body it was connected to through brute force,  to make the distinction of him into me, it found that a man and a horse was there.

The core nature of the demon boar was evolution and adaptation. To grow towards a purpose and to morph to fulfill its needs. So to be confronted with something new was something it could work towards.

Frustratingly it was not able to so easily overwhelm and simply take the body of the Paladin for its own.

So it would listen. Lulled by the arts of the Shaman it would listen.

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The communion with the spirit would in the end rely on Roland himself. Yet with his own experiences and knowledge Tlilpojuan  would guide him and open the chance. The proper place of an animal spirit was to stand with man, to be invoked as a source of power, and knowledge. A teacher, a guardian.

Well, he had worked before with creating a nexus, or introducing spirits to his body. But to deal with a spirit with another spirit welded onto it… That was a new step. Still, even if he was not his brother in this one aspect he would be able to match that man. 

The location he chose was not one merely for the scenery. Despite the fact that they already held the spirit with them this choice of the land that was most pure and wild was to establish a grounds most suitable for such a communion, a vision quest. A place he treated with his magecraft. All he asked for them was to allow Roland to guide him.

The hypnosis of the American Shaman, the reminder of his purpose and love. A relaxed consciousness that allowed an understanding and connection with something wild and inhuman, a firm core that would without compromise hold the shape known as Roland.

To dance for another, to invite and guide another. Despite the stakes there was no worry. Even as the calamity that threatened all of man was born within the city, the horse danced.