He moves with ease, following the pulls of sadness and boredom to what he can only guess is his imprint. Mother had told him of such things, but he had hardly believed them to be true. How could one bond his soul irrevocably to one being?
Still, he follows this instinct to find her, to be near her. Black paws traverse the terrain he has become vastly familiar with, having lived in Moladion all of his life he would have to be. Soon enough, the brown female that captivated something he should have never had comes into view and his soul sings in joy at just the sight of her. That foul shadow whispering nasty things in the back of his mind, calling the female a weakness, a hazard. Still, after fighting with the other female over who would have her, Asterion felt protective of the female. Not that she needs protection, he had scars on his gold flecked muzzle to prove such a thing.
He did not speak as he came to her, such things were lost on her and seemed only to piss her off -something he was not inclined to do again. Her rage fed his own and he could kill her accidently. Broad paws cease their motion and he watches her silently.
Haunches hit the dirt as he waits for awareness to kick in, her emotions all over the place between longing and sadness. It left him confused and muddled in his own brain. He did not carry many emotions passed rage and hatred, but he got others from her. Now he felt interest and loneliness. He knew the moment it happened, but he was unsure of just what to do about it. Deciding to see if she could feel it too, he finds the soul within himself and sends waves of comfort through to her. Soothing thoughts play in his mind, things to occupy hers as she mourns, he did not miss her anguished cries for help and of sorrow.
He was here for her, whether it was as a punching bag, shoulder to cry on, or a companion. After this he would have to be, she had only him as far as he knew, and had seen no one else with her in his stalking.
It was a rare moment of compassion, and one that only she would ever receive. Only she would ever see the face behind his gilded mask, and it was only because of the bond they shared. Should anyone else barge in on the moment, they would be wise to not push boundaries or display threat. She may be emotionally vulnerable, but the darkling prince knew all about her self-defense and his will to keep her to himself. |