Sea Lion Shores and a voice cut from steel

praimfaya - there is no recollection of her name stored anywhere is his memory and so he can only assume that this is the first he's heard it. she speaks again though, and it is with these words that some shard of recognition returns to him. oh right, they'd been on a hill that day...or was it a mountain? either way they'd lost their minds together - a poetic start to a quite the interesting friendship it would seem.

she asks for his name and he tilts his chin upwards with a thoughtful smirk. "i don't know, ripa sounds kinda cool if you ask me." the nickname certainly fit his appearance, though not quite his personality. "i'm astaroth", he officially introduces with a toothy grin and easygoing sway of his inky tail.