THE TANKLIKE SON OF IFRIT & EVERLYSE
[ male - six years - 31 inches, 130 pounds - no imprint - no mate - asteraia ]
He stands on the cusp, both physically and emotionally, about a lot of things. The cliffside they stand above is just one way he has lived on the edge of a precipice. His father’s madness and bloodlust ran in his blood, no matter that his mother’s tempered it for now. Son to the first murderer in Moladion, that’s him… though thankfully not the ‘chosen’ son. Vladimir was far more like their father with his craving for teeth in flesh, as Panzer saw it. There was also the cusp of nations, dedicated to none until now and just ready to leap into the sea of Asteraia’s hierarchy. Then, also, the cliff of the heart. Always outside, always close to it, but never a part. He had witnessed many hearts won and lost since he was young.
This was one cliff-dive he was ready to take wholeheartedly.
Nobility, honest and not put-on airs as some came to have, was a rare commodity among wolves born in New Moladion. Some had it, some had much of it, but it struck Panzer that he’d never seen it so gracefully portrayed as with Sekera. Even short words exchanged with her had made him a poet for a day. He is inspired, like a painter might be by a handsome boy on the market street… or perhaps a king who watched a woman bathing atop her roof. It is rare that such a woman is free of commitment, so he is clearly eager to jump at the chance to invite her away, to show her beauty barely scaled to match with hers. It is a brag, of sorts, perhaps. Look at my wonderful home. Hear that I have relatives who have known and ruled the lands you remember.
It seems, though, that his work is only icing. He offers her his uncle’s den, aware that Constantine is promised to the service of the Tavioran Goddess, and the only one who might object. She, though, seems down, distracted after but a moment of delight, and it lands his eyes on her in concern. "It sounds like heaven, Panzer…But- will I be able to see you still? I don’t want to be alone…anymore."
His heart skips a beat, the keenness of her eyes betraying her meaning and causing his heart to soar. So this is the feeling that would cause his mother to betray her soulmate, to prefer another. A delightful flapping of doves wings in the chest that could intoxicate dwarves and make birds lightheaded from altitude. "I am here for your company, protection, and pleasure - and it would be only a great beast that could keep me from you if you called..."He does not fill the word ‘pleasure’ with any more meaning than the assumed pleasure of her wishes. A valet or concierge would have sufficed for him as a position in her life if nothing else.
"I will find a place to den nearby, I will always be just a song away, if it would make you smile instead of frown."
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