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Aresenn



Aresenn

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age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
1860
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
452
player
Indie

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Samhain 2022
06-12-2023, 03:59 PM



This girl. The way she acted- it was like nothing he had ever seen before. The blush the bloomed across her features only an indication what might have crossed her mind. He had never realized a smile could scream naive, though her’s did. As she reeled through her thoughts, trying to come up with a response to his inquiry, he casually drifted closer, relenting to the draw to invade her space. To see her squirm even more. As she described that she had left her home- but only for the day, Aresenn tilted his head ever so slightly as he considered this. She didn’t seem to carry a pack scent with her, which left him wondering just how many others would miss her. “Hmm …” He acknowledged his contemplation aloud. Though, much to his pleasant surprise, she volunteered that it was an island she lived on. Alone. “You’re a pretty long way from any island.” Aresenn observed. While they weren’t exactly in the center of the continent, it was still a good distance from the western coastline as far as he knew. As he continued tossing thoughts around in the back of his mind, he continued on. Offering an open-ended comment with the purpose of keeping her talking. “It must be lonely there, then.” He added lowly, not really caring if she was an individual who craved company or not. Whether she wanted it or not, he was here.

While he hadn’t been expecting her to have any questions for himself, he would entertain the inquiry no less. He wasn’t responsible for anyone at the moment, and he would be quick to answer as such. “No. I protect myself.” Aresenn answered curtly. “Something I’m not certain you would be capable of doing if your life depended on it. The Praetor boy mused in that rumbling tone. As the words rolled off his tongue, he watched intently for her reaction. Searching for a spark. An ounce of defiance. Anything that would prove that she wasn’t entirely at the world’s mercy. At his own mercy. “Do you have a name?” He asked pointedly, already trying to figure out what he would call her in the event she didn’t have one or refused to give it to him.  
“Aresenn Praetor”