well, I'm a lion in the haze and the lamb in the lightning
oh, these spears and chains of flames around my neck are tightening
She is…different.
In a way that he cannot quite put his finger on, but in a way that intrigues him all the same. It is enough to root him to the spot, to keep him stilled when he longed to run, to roam. It is enough that his strange eyes focus in on her and pause, studying her with a ferocity all his own, the darkness of his forelock pushed to the side so that eyes of blue and green and gold can stare out at her in unfiltered curiosity.
“Wandering with someone is often overrated,” he shrugs finally, tossing an untamed mane over the side of his thick neck. His grin grows devilish, one corner flicking upward. “That is, unless you have someone worth your time.” He often preferred to strike out on his own, to find the trail by his lonesome, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t understand the allure of a partner. His parents had it, and his grandparents, but he himself had never saw fit to tie himself down. Why settle when the world lay open before him?
It was his for the taking.
“Perhaps my teeth should scare you,” he quips, although his teeth in this form are hardly frightening. Once, he could peel his lips back to reveal jagged fangs, teeth meant for the kill. Now, they are blunt and dull things, meant only for clipping grass or tugging on strange girl’s forelocks. “My intentions definitely will,” his voice darker as she steps toward him, eyes sparking with interest as she closes the space. “You are not sorry for waking me, Vael.” He takes a predatory step toward her, unable to lose that feline grace that courses so naturally through him. “I am not sorry either. Interesting company is hard to come by.”
Aleksandr