Neverwinter Forest Kiss me, hold me, take my hand

Unlike for Mal, the rain and welcoming and pleasant for Aiolos. Having been a man much of his life surrounded by some sort of water source, he found comfort in the sounds of the water. The ocean, the creeks, the falling rain... He moved through the forest in a lazy lope, the water soothing his bones, darkening the mahogany points of his fur and brightening the fingers. He shakes out, hairs then spikey and standing out wildly, the waters dripping from creamy chin hairs. He yawns, stretching back on long, lean legs. The sound of another's approach is the only thing that brings him alert. It takes but seconds to recognize the unique pattern of the forest king.

Hello. He greets only and simply. He was far less talkative around men, perhaps due to the way in which he was raised. Women were the product of all his attention whilst men, well, were only competition in his way. If he was going to conform, he needed to break himself out of the crap. After all, he was beginning to realize slave or not, he would always be a subject of use and abuse so as long as he let it be so. You dont seem to be enjoying the rain...?