The embodiment of wrath watched her closer, surprised at to how she had been so easy to invite him closer towards her. Could she not feel how his presence was? The mixture of three souls yet not the typical scent for a hybrid. No... Tarsians were different to say the least and he was more-so than most so how was she so easily able to draw him closer without a care in the world? Surely that would be a foolish thing to do, especially for a lone woman with a creature who easily dwarfed her with no effort.
Yet somehow, he found himself compelled to walk closer towards her. Her eyes were a bright blue, a harsh contrast against his own. Her hair.. so colorful and vibrant like her eyes. It was odd to see a creature so pure. Her own aura seemed to be at rest compared to his. It was odd to see her like this, yet the male couldn't help but slowly take her invitation. He emerged from the vegetation, slowly showing just how tall he was compared to her sitting. She almost looked like a child to him by the time he stood where she had patted the grass. Wrath's arms were crossed over his exposed chest, unsure of what to make of this. Still, the girl meant no warm. Besides, she didn't seem like a threat. The girl was too frail in comparison to himself and half angel. That alone was enough to keep him at ease. Angels he could hunt. Dragons, he liked to but avoided due to the conflict it created with the other clans. So, Wrath took his place next to the girl with a small plop. His right leg was stretched out in front of him, his left folded under the right. The majority of his weight shifted back onto his hands that rested just behind his back; parallel to his shoulders.
But still, the male said nothing. He simply looked in front of him with a an emotionless expression. The closest to saying something to the girl, was deeper breath as he tried to understand why she would even be sitting here in a place like this. Even more puzzling, why was here here now?
Yet somehow, he found himself compelled to walk closer towards her. Her eyes were a bright blue, a harsh contrast against his own. Her hair.. so colorful and vibrant like her eyes. It was odd to see a creature so pure. Her own aura seemed to be at rest compared to his. It was odd to see her like this, yet the male couldn't help but slowly take her invitation. He emerged from the vegetation, slowly showing just how tall he was compared to her sitting. She almost looked like a child to him by the time he stood where she had patted the grass. Wrath's arms were crossed over his exposed chest, unsure of what to make of this. Still, the girl meant no warm. Besides, she didn't seem like a threat. The girl was too frail in comparison to himself and half angel. That alone was enough to keep him at ease. Angels he could hunt. Dragons, he liked to but avoided due to the conflict it created with the other clans. So, Wrath took his place next to the girl with a small plop. His right leg was stretched out in front of him, his left folded under the right. The majority of his weight shifted back onto his hands that rested just behind his back; parallel to his shoulders.
But still, the male said nothing. He simply looked in front of him with a an emotionless expression. The closest to saying something to the girl, was deeper breath as he tried to understand why she would even be sitting here in a place like this. Even more puzzling, why was here here now?
