The large beast calmly looked at the quivering man before him. If one could call the male that. So small and fragile looking. Ezhno wondered if a breeze could knock the man down.
The shifter gazed at the man. What could he say? Zephyr was gorgeous. A soft exhale left the beasts nostrils as he raised his head, stern emerald eyes looking the man over. “Count yourself lucky you found me and not my quarry.” Normally Ezhno would have to use magic to speak to a mortal, even a magically gifted one like a witch. But this was nor normal mortal.
Though his voice was strong and booming, demanding respect like that of the god Zephyr sang for, it was also soft, comforting and honeyed. A practiced patience in his warrior tone. ‘Where did you come from?” The great beast asked calmly as he approached slowly, a slight tilt of his head.
zephyr might APPEAR weak but he was NOTHING of the sort . after all he was too a BEAST of the HEAVENS . though after being banished to earth -- his body had undergone CHANGES that were less than flattering . here on earth he was SMALL && INSIGNIFICANT.
the songbird did have THAT going for him -- he was BEAUTIFUL , something he hadn’t LOST with his FALL from the heavens . zephyr flinches as the other speaks but after a moment finds himself loosening up . did this BEAST mean no HARM ?? he was HOPEFUL .
“ i will consider myself lucky then . “ his voice was smooth && dressed in SILK . just like the APPEARANCE he wore -- his voice was just as INTOXICATING . the bird did not step back this time -- instead he lets the other approach . “ the heavens . “