A world of wolves, and wanders

The male's disposition had yet to lighten, despite the complete lack of aggression the deity had put forth. Fallen God, this one was going to be a tough nut to crack. Yet, they weren't ready to give up yet. The distasteful look the man gave did not bolster their confidence that this was going to be a pleasant conversation. "Looking for entertainment, eh well I could be of some, help with that." The male finally said in reply, vocals turning soft.

Brow would quirk, grin becoming sly. Oh really, now? The titan drew forth a few steps, closing the distance between them to perhaps one body-length. "Oh, you could, could you?" They drawled, gazing down at him. Since Agria had left, the deity hadn't had a good fuck. Perhaps it was time to change that. "Colour me intrigued, my dear." Rumbling lyrics were softer now, mismatched gaze boring into his features.

The situation took yet another sharp turn. The male's features twisted into a grimace, one ear tipping back. "A pack what pack?" He asked softly. "Why, The Risen Empire, of course. The children of the Fallen God have made our home in Auster, at the moment." They crooned, grin widening into something only slightly more sinister. How the godling loved to wax poetic about the glory of their kin.

"Well being a loner, and looking for a mate or pack, is what brings me to these magnificence of lands." Oh, how promising. The titan cocked a brow, regarding the male a little more closely. "By the way I am, Xander you may call me Xane. This is my spotted owl Alexandria." This referred to the bird, who had yet to speak a word. Interesting names, indeed. A thoughtful hum rumbled from their chest. "Well, Xane, I believe I may be able to satisfy at least one of those needs. Wouldn't you like to join the Risen Empire, my dear? And serve a purpose higher than yourself?" The sandy beast referred, of course, to enslaving the male. No mere mortal could join the ranks of the Empire as an equal to the Abraxas clan. As Xander settled himself, the titan found themself curious. The clan was lacking in servants of any kind, really.

"Forgive me," they uttered, taking a step back so that they might dip their head in a small bow. "you stand before Kaine Abraxas, scout of the Risen Empire and descendant of the Fallen God."