Ajani

Asteraia

His compliments to her are in a rare mythos not her own, he is not surprised, but there was a certain charm in saying so to a female who otherwise appreciated the efforts. Appreciated them, it seems, as much as she could without understanding what he meant. And so he keeps in mind about explaining at a later date. “You speak such wonderful words, but I am afraid I do not understand them all. I thank you for them nonetheless. I hope that you continue to share them. Do you seek a land to call your own?” She asks him a question and he takes no time in offering her a broader smile, “I do not know. Are you offering one?” It is a tease, there is simply something lacking about her demeanor in regards to his predisposed ideas of what makes an alpha. Keep what you Kill. It was a law in his land. Hierarchy was determined in battles-- and if a placement was contested too many times by individuals, the last battle was to the death. Heart of the deceased consumed to portray the ultimate power and to take whatever power was in the deceased warrior into themselves.

It never did taste good, but he was up for it if that is also a tradition of this place-- if it kept him within reach of the woman at the bottom of his little standing stone.

“I was looking for a home, at the very least, to more properly answer your question.” Now he turns more businesslike, hearing what she had to say about this ‘Asteraia’. “What I am sure you mean to say is that I would fit right in, then. Normal is a matter of philosophy, loyalties are fickle creatures that are challenged at every turn, and family is rather a loose concept for most who would put weight in it. What I guess is most appropriate to ask is...” He hops down, pleased to be closer to the charming female and her precious attempts at political correct welcomes. “Would I stay if you were to suggest my company would be you? Absolutely.”

“I am Ajani.”

It would seem, for those of us who know Nakato, that what it was that drew her in, was that he was not some breezy god come to bless her -- but a confident male who was strong and capable and keenly interested in her blessing him. All the strength, some of the bravado, none of the egocentrism inherent in the narcissistic former mate-for-a-time. It is likely that Ajani and Zeus might never have gotten along.

“What does a man have to do to earn a spot in Asteraia, at least in the case that you were asking me to stay…?”

male · eleven · 40in · 184 lbs · no heart’s treasure · no soul’s temple