Picture Perfect
03-31-2018, 11:06 AM
The woman jumped and shrieked with enough force to startle him. Surprised by the force of her reaction, Malleus bristled and blinked. He recovered immediately, a good-natured smirk replacing his startled expression. Mortals, he'd long ago discovered, weren't as robust as Abraxas. Perhaps it was the lack of god blood, perhaps it was their upbringing, but whatever the reason, many he'd met thus far had struck him as intrinsically delicate. The woman agreed, but she responded in a way that suggested she was ill at ease. Finding that unacceptable, Malleus was on the verge of speaking again, of trying to calm her nerves, when an idea seemed to strike her and ratchet up her fears. Ah, he saw what the problem was. The castle was newly abandoned and the smell of the pack still permeated the air. She probably thought he was a member on the verge of chasing her off or punishing her. Upon realizing this, Malleus grinned and shook his head. "Oh, no need to apologize. This place is abandoned. There was a pack here recently, but my cousin challenged the alpha and won." He stepped away in the hopes of putting her at ease, and let his gaze rove to the arched rock ceiling over them. "I can see why you'd want to stay here for the night. It's a fantastic place." Now it was his turn to apologize. He was determined to find worthy mortals for the Empire, and the woman, with her strange and beautiful markings, intrigued him. She might have been a bit nervous, sure, but could he really blame her? After all, she was in the presence of a godling. The woman was beautiful, her femininity undeniable, and he would be remiss if he let this opportunity slip away from him. "I'm sorry if I startled you," he turned back and sought out her gaze, "It wasn't my intention. The name's Malleus and I simply couldn't resist talking to a fellow "trespasser,"" he said with an apologetic grin. |