If Walls Could Speak

A low chuckle rumbled from Aresenn’s chest, the edge of his lip curling in an amused half-sided smirk. "A name... now that's a different matter," he mused, his amber eyes gleaming under the moonlight. The slight edge in her response piqued his interest, but he didn’t pry further. Instead, he playfully jostled her with his shoulder and gave her a sly sideways glance. "Aresenn," he finally answered, the single word hanging in the air like an audible echo.

Aresenn's eyes traced the lines of her body as she stretched, the moonlight playing off her sleek, scarlet coat. He shifted his gaze to the deer, almost forgotten as his bloodlusting inner demon had faded. He grunted at her words, an eyebrow lifting in bemusement. "I’m afraid there aren’t enough nice words to make a difference," he replied in a low tone, not necessarily referring to himself, but to the Syndicate as a whole. "It would be best not to waste your breath on them." His intense gaze shifted back to the fiery fae, locking onto her captivating black eyes.

"Aresenn Praetor"