Lion Head Mesa Anísychos

The delicate beast wanted only to talk, to become friends.

Upon hearing it, the Greek man drew his chin up and smirked. Then, his broad shoulders shrugged carelessly, and he slipped down so that he could rest upon his belly, head on his paws. The icy blue of his eyes drifted to the Pharaoh’s toy. The mercenary realized that he did not know the name of this fair creature.

What are you called, then? Arsenio inquired roughly. We cannot be friends if you have not shared your name.