truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
Such is the way of Enderly, always testing the boundaries of those he meets. Pressing closer and closer until they cannot breath. Until the very air around them smolders in the scent and the smoothness that is Enderly. The svelte figure of his body is not quite as one might imagine some males. He is not bulky, he is not big, he is not tall, he simply is Enderly. Yet that charm that rolls off his lips normally thrills and titillates the other sex. There is something about the innate danger that seems to hover around Enderly that draws in the female mind, trapping it into a downward spiral, and he is eager to assist in all endeavors. It is quite strange really when in fact he hadn't been in much chaos, despite his striving towards it. Having found Sanguine alone and abandoned, well, it had eased the rapidly ascending darkness within him so that he did not require such tricky things to keep him occupied. It had become a latent thing in him that was stirring the further away she drew, an itch that needed a firm scratching.
So even as his paw touches hers and her lips peel back into a warning growl as she jerks away from it, there is a hidden smirk at the edges of his lips playing peek-a-boo for her glowing eyes. She is eager enough to share a meal with him yet she does not wish his company too close to her persons. Now that he knows the boundary she has set Enderly can pick her apart piece by piece as he draws out information so that he can figure out what drives her. What motivates this enigmatic silver healer before him who at once starves herself for some mission and then feasts like a Queen.
She is modest too for as he compliments her in the way that Enderly compliments all things beautiful he sees her eyes break from the stranglehold his have. Beneath those lighter hairs he could bet her skin burned, a furious burning that made her heart skip a beat to acknowledge the power of such things. He merely smiles back at her in a confident, well-kept manner but that secret still sits on his lips and hovers behind his eyes.
He tilts his head as she speaks his name, as she insists upon him that he cannot be a nobody from nowhere. It is amusing and his quicksilver eyes gleam in the glare of the sunlight off the bubbling river near them.
"And blossom you have," he replies in his salacious way. Yet despite her reticence to any physical closeness she seems to open up to him and his prying, even though he does not spill his own secrets. Does not admit to being a loner who is held in esteem in Diveen - well, by some at least - or that he was a someone. He was a father and once a lover.
It seems Cvijet has been waiting a long time to get this off her chest. In one fell swoop she gives him the key to her being, the key that could decode the rest of her. Her desperate and loyal love to her father, a father who, like Enderly, had been betrayed. His eyes darken as she speaks of it. Whatever betrayal the female did didn't matter for he knew the keen sting of disappointment. The way the barb dug deep when Naamah turned from him in favor of Samil, the way she appeased him with sly smiles and wily ways and he knew the feeling of rage when he realized that all he had become was a toy to her.
And for a moment he feels a pity stirring in him for her. Because in her he wonders if Sanguine would feel the same in time.
"Life can be cruel, but at least you had one to love you through most of it's hardships. The other half will take time to get through but you must remain vigilant in your own Cvijet," he scolds gently.
"Letting yourself waste away after all the hours you put into saving your father from the same fate is not what he would wish of you, I'm certain."
Then she brings the conversation back around to him and he grins at her, not quite as soft as the one she had given him, but pleased to be considered confidant. Enderly, after all, was a preener. And compliments did make one quite happy with themselves.
"My daughter is the only companion to me, but where she has wandered off to I haven't the faintest clue. Her mother betrayed me, betrayed her, for another and for herself," he says, his voice growing bitter as his ears lace back.
"But Sanguine is fine with me. She does not want for anything and we have many homes among the wilds here. Unfortunately I have not heard of this Niviaq that you spoke of earlier, but she could be from a pack. I only know some from Diveen really and not many of the other pack wolves."
(So sorry for the wait! So behind everywhere haha, I'm trying to catch up :D )