Ajani
Asteraia
She is odd, a tail that seemed cut short of a full and healthy length, but that oddness makes her only more appealing. It is a strange thing, at least for Ajani. A strange happenstance that had otherwise never occurred to him would happen.
To him, the sands had been too warm to entertain any real hope of finding a mate to snuggle up with - or at least that is how he determines he will reason with this newfound ability his mind seemed to conceive.
Besides, he had not even gotten a name for her.
Her eyes are striking, her coat seeming just the sort that one might like to bury his face into, and there she was talking to him. Greetings? Formal, but he could certainly work with that. Head Healer? Okay, so not someone as likely to pummel him for his visiting. Wolves of the Plains? Okay, so this was pack land after all.
“Greetings to you as well, Ọ̀ṣun.” His reply is not short, but the depth of his voice is clearly one of intrigue, despite how little has transpired between them beyond a hello from a pack wolf. “A healer, a beauty, a huntress, and a resident of such fertile land… I have truly been blessed, I think.” His smile is as broad as his chest and his eyes as sharp as the teeth that feign innocence within that smile. “What has Ṣàngó done, allowing you to be so far from Orun - wandering about as though you belong anywhere where your paws must touch the seeds of Aiye.”
Perhaps his flattery is more than she will understand, but the look on his face and in his eyes would be enough - and whatever confused her might lead to more curiosity than what was already quite plain on her face. At least to him. Had she been admiring? He would not protest if she continued her investigations, he decides..
**Ọ̀ṣun is a female divinity of Yoruba culture. She is ascribed for sensuality, beauty, grace, clarity, and is associated with healing and fertility as well as feminine faculties of women.
male · eleven · 40in · 184 lbs · no heart’s treasure · no soul’s temple