Like a Moth to Flame

É R E B O S


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he was caught. and she was right. "I apologize." he said with with his strong voice, deep and masculine. his ears swiveled as he maintained a continuous awareness. "I came for just a drink. I mean no harm to you." he spoke once more, dipping his head in a respective greet with efforts to try and relax her stance. he was truthful and did not back down when confronted. his most prominent trait. his eyes twinkled his interest that he otherwise kept unspoken: his reason for staring. & had she asked why he stared-, he would tell her the truth yet again. but did she want to know? "It is dangerous to sleep near the dams. bears come frequently." he offered her a common cautionary, hoping to offer her some self preservation. "Érebos Dunamis." he offered his name.

"talk" 'think'