When Life Gives You...Apples?

The aroma of rotting fruit drew the titan like a moth to a flame. He hadn't been nearly drunk enough lately to cope with the grief of losing his parents. He was sure he could brew a little something in a pinch that would do the trick until he could get his hands on the good stuff. On the heels of that brilliant idea, the delicious scent of a female in heat. Oh, this was a delightful day in the works. Picking up the pace, the giant trotted into the orchard with perked auds. Following his nose, he found her quickly enough. She was gorgeous, petite and curvaceous. The celestial beast approached, tail flagging high over his hips. Amethyst gaze fell upon her features as they turned towards him. She looked.. sad. No, that was the glint in her eyes. Her expression read as rage. A frown creased his brow, and he lowered his tail, tempered his cocky gait to its usual prowl.

Dappled in sunlight and lounging in the trees, she was every bit the pretty picture the cosmic male had been hoping for. A soft sigh shoved itself through his nostrils. Auds flicked to and fro, a mirror of his internal conflict. She no doubt wanted to be left alone, where filthy, heathen horndogs wouldn't bother her. However... she was so tempting. An oasis in a desert without the physical desires his matured form so craved. She could always turn him away, he reckoned.

"Heil," he greeted, rumbling vocals booming through the cavern of his deep chest. "may I sit?" he questioned, pausing to wait for permission. If there was one thing that his mother had been sure to beat into him at a young age, it was manners. Treating a lady with respect was first and foremost. If he ever stepped out of line, he was sure Caia's ghost would descend from Valhalla to kick the ever loving shit out of him. Crown lowered between his shoulders, the tusked male made an effort to assume a neutral posture. A friendly face, just in case she needed to vent. Perhaps that was good enough, just to be around such a pretty face.