hopeless wanderer

It seemed they were from similar backgrounds. Judging by her speech she could have been a noble daughter of some Lord or maybe even a Princess. It was hard to tell. The babe could be a complete lie, painting the pretty picture to ensnare the behemoth into a silk woven trap. Balerion was skeptical but would not retreat. He had little better to do and enjoyed playing games with silver tongued spiders. "As are mine." He could understand her distaste for if their father ever paired him with a lesser femme he would have never gone through with it. But, he would have never abandoned his kin. "Though, my father never had the chance to pair me with anyone before he met his demise." So he remained a bachelor and was able to control his own romantic life.

Her next words caused the male's tiny smirk to diminish. Perhaps not out of displeasure but out of how spot on the babe was. His black gaze roamed her features before resting back on her own eyes. Hackles prickled slightly as his own deep tones rolled forth from the bottom of his throat, "From ashes I shall raise my Kingdom." Balerion inhaled her supple scent with a greedy tongue slipping over rigid fangs in idle. "My purpose is to carve a path of blood into these lands to carry forth my family's legacy." First, he needed followers and said family to aid in the renewal of the Vaelnaris name. Though, he reflected on her final words of plans. "A life without ambition is a life wasted." Onyx pools flared, "Do you truly believe these handsome strangers will live up to what you truly desire?" Inferior worms is what these strangers shall be. Perhaps the thought of such a divine fae allowing these unworthy natives to relish within whatever she may have to offer made him weary. But, why should he care what she did in her own time?