THE TANKLIKE SON OF IFRIT & EVERLYSE
[ male - six years - 31 inches, 130 pounds - no imprint - no mate - asteraia ]
He had never been truly alone before, always skirting the edge of packs at least. It did him good, he knew, to be around others beyond his family, beyond a single pack. He had gotten better in endurance, but it was still not his strong-suit. He had also gotten thicker of muscle since his first step out of the family unit, so to speak, and it left him far more capable - and handsome - in the end. He can now lay there with all the confidence of a free man with a fine lady who was in her company with her consent.
No stealing here, no herding her anywhere, but still there was a desire for this feeling in his breast to follow with him. She was warmth and light and his days had all been so painfully dull. She tells her sorry tale to eager ears, his sun-splashed eyes winced in pain for her for surviving such devastation only to have seemingly lost contact with those who had known her. Her pause does not deter him, his eyes keen to the expressions and thoughts that painted themselves in a scroll across her face. "Ah, and a vast home they are, I know. It is a lightening and enlightening experience, being on ones own… but aren’t you lonely?"
He begins entertaining thoughts of her coming to dance the fields, of protecting something more than a land, more than strangers who would likely give no hoots for who he was with the newness of the pack still in full swing. Friends to be made, yes, but warmer still would be a happy acquaintance. "But then again, perhaps you are tired of what I’ve found to be sleepless or ill-slept nights out here and would exchange that for a soft and comfortable den where you were assured of others keeping watch for your safety." His voice is far from cloying, honestly wishing to know where she stood with all the fanciful thoughts skittering about in his brain.
There was no benefit from forcing the issue or selling Asteraia as a home for her other than that perhaps she would come and perhaps he might bask in her philosophical type presence. Fine features are glassed over to find a hint to her thoughts, his ears flicked in separate directions and then forward again. "You are a rare sort of company and I would be grateful for a friend in my new pack. It would not be your Litherum, as I hear she sank into the sea, but it would be a home nonetheless."
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