Take a Chill Pill, Dude!

'Fabulae!' The tongue of his father rang in his ears with an echo, immediately making him dizzy and hitting him with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia. That language was the tongue of the original Apollyon, and as far as Elias had known.. that language had been tied into the Praetor bloodline since the origins of wolves. He had yet to run into any wolves outside of Ruina that knew of that language, and to this day... the dialect of it revived the haunting presence of his father within his psyche. Every. single. time. he heard it.

Perhaps, that was due to his lack of hearing it outside of anyone within his bloodline. His eyes widened quite noticeably, never once leaving her as she moved around and then seated herself in front of him. She was an exotic and beautiful creature, he could not deny that.. she was tall and appeared to be a capable hunter. A whisper began murmuring to his right side, something only he could hear and he was aware of this, but his ear lifted to listen to it anyway. 'She is lost. Bring her home.'

"Salvē, puella perdidit." He was ashamed to say he did not recall as much of the language as he would have liked, but perhaps that was the purpose behind their little encounter? How much did she know, and was it enough to bring the language back to Ruina and tie them even closer to the original souls that made them? So many possibilities were playing out in his head for this stranger already, and yet he hadn't even been around her for more than a few minutes.

There was an internal battle going on behind the demon's eyes as he watched her, his hackles prickling along his spine absent-mindedly as he continued to think of what to do. He wanted her to come with him to Ruina, but something told him she was worth more than a slave. He wanted to give her the opportunity to choose, but... what if she denied him? He decided to test it, forcing himself to recline his weight to his haunches and surrender his fighter's stance. "I am Elias Praetor, Apollyon of Ruina. The waters here are heated by the power of our lands, I hope you have been enjoying them." He flicked an ear, trying to dismiss the whispering of the demons that were gnawing at him to claim her. "Where do you come from, Terra? Is the language you are speaking your native tongue, or did you learn it from someone?"