hopeless wanderer

Balerion peered into those intoxicating honey red eyes. He couldn't say if he had ever seen that color of eyes. The majority of his family members had eyes that ranged from green, blue, and silver. The male often wondered what his eyes would look like without the melanism. Maybe silver blue like Meraxes or vibrant emerald green like Vhagar. Nonetheless, he allowed his own unique obisidan gaze to sweep across her fierce features. As she spoke he took in her ivory teeth and inky lips. As well as the subtly coloration of her pelt, a blanket of grey with both black and white tones creeping in. The onyx that seemed to frame those beautiful eyes seemed to only make her look more confident. As if the Gods wished to paint a picture of the natural ferocity of a femme.

The stranger's words slipped into his relaxed ears with ease. Her question rang through his cranium and he seemed to merely roll his shoulders. His facial expression changed only slightly with black lips twitching, as if daring to grin but not quite getting there. Balerion allowed his eyes to peer into her own once as his baritone vocals came forth. "You are the first I have encountered since coming to these lands." The dark male shifted only slightly as he spoke again, "I am Balerion Vaelnaris." His head dipped down in a slightly nod, mimicking a bow. She was no noble nor held no authority so he would spare any prestigious formalities. "Are you a native to these lands?"