Dreams were never something that Helios’ mind could quite capture - even from a young age. He had always awaken with never having recollection of what it was his brain was conjuring up in the hours that he slept. This kept him wondering what it was that others dreamt about; was it power, blood, love? Perhaps things more of folly that never made any sense in reality. These answers always seemed to elude him every time he awoke and yet in this hour, something seems to be different.

The glare of the afternoon sun is deterred by the looming darkness of the cavern that his mass of muscle and fur rest in, allowing him to slip ever so quickly into a sleeping state. And yet he hears her, this beautiful, lilting voice that echoes alluring off of the tunnel walls. It brings his consciousness closer to the real world and yet he does not want to awaken fully, in the off chance that this is all just a wonderful dream. His mind is in an unusual state - stuck between the dream world and that of reality as he holds onto the slumber he had been drifting into. He is aware of her approach, though he does not open his eyes immediately as he hears her paw steps come to a stop before him, not until she speaks.

Obsidian and gore painted eyes reveal themselves to the dark mistress of shadowy grays, squinting for a moment as they adjust to the light that glows softly from behind her towering figure. She is an interesting sight to behold, not one of what he imagined when he had heard her sweet tones just moments earlier, yet he is not disappointed in the least. Her voice is exotic, carefully laced with an accent rarely heard by the boy who kept himself to the shadows of Moladion, and her words come with a challenge. A challenge that has him smirking slightly in a rather cool manner. “To be birthed within the darkness of the caverns themselves. To grow with them. To become them.” His baritone vocals reverberate appealingly against their stony surroundings as he lifts his handsome head and props himself on one elbow.

What this strange female was doing asking such bold inquiries was beyond him, but he was not one to deny the attention of one so attractive, even if it were not winter.