His father, oh if he were here right now to see his son, he would be livid with what his eyes took in. Helios had become distanced from his true path for quite some time now, the fact that his family was long disappeared and in distant lands only adding to the laziness that now overtook him as he wandered through Moladion. He was the son of Hyperion, grandson of Lithium, two legendary creatures in the history of the Exotica lineage and yet here he stands, doing nothing for the greater good of his own blood. His father sought to restore what was once a great empire, nearly driven to extinction from famine, all for his son to simply forget the true purpose in his life? The young Exotican should surely be grateful that Hyperion was not here to see him practicing such blaspheme. To ignore the historic blood that runs through one's own veins is to turn their back upon all of them. Why is it that he cannot see his foolish ways?

It is upon a day quite warm and fine that he finds himself in the presence of one so lovely; a pelage of lush white and auburn catching his eye from afar. He is similar to his father in his cunning ways, cutting his path through the forest as to not alert her of his lurking form as he stalks her for a long while. While this was not a trait so commonly found in Hyperion, this is what sets Helios apart from him, he has an insatiable curiosity for lupines of the opposite sex. He has yet to settle himself down with one so beautiful but he would not call himself a Casanova by any means. He is always content with just being given the opportunity to witness their grace; as such which drives him after the emerald eyed vixen this day.

Perhaps it is foolish instances such as this which hinder him from realizing his true calling in this world - but how he may escape from this trance is beyond his knowing. Still, without hesitation, he follows her every movement as she goes along until he makes a careless move and brushes lightly against a bush to his right. He does not react to his slip up but rather halts himself so that he can decide whether or not she has noticed this small detail. Yes, she did notice and her bright eyes were staring right in his direction as her voice cooed softly to him.

It is now that he is able to see the scars distinguishing her face and on her chest as he makes the decision to step forward, revealing himself from the thick underbrush to her right. "No need to call so sensuously, my lady. Your beauty is enough to draw a beast from the lurking shadows." He growls in a covetous manner as he eyes her.