truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
There is a gaudy air of vanity around the female and for a moment I am struck by the desire to turn and leave her be. I understood by now what vain females desired. To be waited on hand and foot. It half makes me want to curl my lips in displeasure. Yet beauty is a fallacy of mine, the need to possess it and to touch it, to bask in it. So I would endure whatever trials are before me much as I had done my entire life. I had yet to find a content state of happiness for Naamah had chosen another over me and Eris had left.
Besides, this female was reminiscent of her lineage and I could smell it on her. Child of the angels; I tended to find them rather angelic. Ambrosia had embodied both the beauty and the gentleness of her bloodline's namesake, although I can see through the slant of her eyes that this female likely only held one of those aspects.
Not that I could judge. I was a bit vain myself!
My ears fold back as I feign a hurt expression, although the wicked grin I give her ruins the expression.
"Ouch, I am most hurt by such a false statement," I say dramatically, ending with a large sigh and pout. Then she points out my fur and I look back with a grimace.
"Oh, fair lady, do not write me off yet. I have simply had a run of bad misfortune. Mud holes and the the like, you know," I grandstand. I HAD stepped in a puddle on accident and managed to splash dirt across me as well.
Her next words earn her a chuckle as I seat myself, noting her pretty grin. She hopes to earn dinner? "Well a lovely woman should never be lonely and I have sworn myself to always attend to such a misfortune if I ever came across it. So here I am. Is not my help of your situation payment enough?"
For now I would wait to see how she reacts. Hell, I'm too old to be running around to fetch a woman some prize without anything in return! "What is your name, oh fair child of the angels?" The smirk I give her is full of self importance that I should know that information. "I am Enderly, once friend of your family."
Enderly.
seventeen years - no heart - no half - loner
sire of sanguine, underidge, and sarabi
father of loki and silas