THE TANKLIKE SON OF IFRIT & EVERLYSE
[ male - six years - 31 inches, 130 pounds - no imprint - no mate - asteraia ]
She is beauty made flesh and given a coat of fur, her nebula eyes capturing his and bespelling him without a second’s thought.
Could it be that all he had needed in the end was something to inspire him? Something that could open his eyes in wonder? It is possible that he needed someone to prove that he could still be awed, still be surprised by what life and earth and world could offer. She gave him this in spades.
Even in simply watching the nature around her, the gentleness of her demeanor and her gladness in witnessing the simple spectacles it had to offer named her the purest creature he had ever known. It softened that lumber to a stroll and stopped him just a bit away from where she lay before he asked for her company. It was unusually flowery language, but as with his grandfather - well, Siegos had not won Asthore by might but by love.
She seems delighted by the way he addressed her and there is a brightening of his expression in return for her enjoyment. "Of course you can, it’s not like I own the embankment here." She dipped her head and he took it to be a shy acceptance of his honest mode of flattery. His agreeable grin spread across his face a bit lopsidedly, but wholesome all the same. "Much obliged." He is slow, as he often is with everything, but it is a purposeful slowness that speaks to years of being absolutely positive in his footing and path.
Then he is laying low, slipping into a position beside her, paws also hung over the edge and above the water. "I’m Sekera."
"I am Panzer, son of Ifrit and Everlyse and soldier of Asteraia’s newest king, Ms. Sekera. M’ honored to meet you." And again, flowery yet honest. It was an honor it was to meet one’s answer to a prayer, was it not?
He settles like a great weight was lifted from him when he did not need to stand, as a house does in the dead of night when all have taken to their beds. Comfortable, that is what he looks like. He looks at home in his flesh, as though laying like this beside her is his proper place in life. He is Atlas with no world to carry on his shoulders, but capable of taking up such a burden if it were given to him. He sighs, glad of even silent companionship with someone who glowed with life as brightly as this female.
"It is good, having a companion on so lovely a spring day, I think.."
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