The God was betrayed by his breath as he stood in the chilly morning air, silently watching a female that had been at the waters edge for some time. It appeared her golden eyes were more aware than they seemed and flicked towards the puff of 'smoke' that exited his mouth. "Are you going to fester in the darkness all evening, or come out and stare at me like a brave lion would?" Her tone wasn't harsh, but entrancing and coaxed the God from his hiding. Seeing him must have been a slight shock as she inhaled sharply, but chose to remain silently surprised.
"Hello." The deep, rich voice rang out, cutting through the sudden silence shared between the crimson lioness and the God. A smile nearly touched his lips as he watched her settle again in her seat, but not truly moving - it seemed she was a touch put off by the appearance of him and that made him happy (strangely). "What is your name, lovely?" He offered, not usually so bold, but he'd been working on it and in recent times he found himself getting quite good at what he was doing now. "Sabia`deimos." She said, offering no other formalities.
"Sabia." The God settled himself next to her, ensuring that he was just outside of her personal space - edging on far to close for new company. "I'm Tras Bothair, or Tras. It's an honor to meet you." He said, that smile tempting his lip to rise had finally succeeded as he sat there with her. "Pleasure's mine, Tras." Her golden eyes lifted to peer at the company whom appeared extremely confident in his position near her. Typically the lioness was brave confident, but she'd admit that although she'd seen a God - heck, captured one! This God was different. The primary difference being the power he put out there, it was clear he was much stronger than the other God she'd encountered – incredible.
“So what are you doing here?” She queried him lightly, never having encountered a God without some form of purpose. It wasn't often that the beings from above made their appearances known without seeking something from a mortal – or that was how she seen it, this God sought after something. Just what was it he needed from her. “Saw a crimson delight among some forest green bushes, next to a sparkling pond.” He said with a content sigh. The lioness almost instantly felt a wash of dread creep over her, something wasn't right. “Since when would a lion, even among Gods, be foolish to pass up such a scene?”
“I'm not sure.” She said, which was the honest to goodness truth – Sabia`deimos had lost sense of what was, what should be and what should not be. She wanted to blame the God, but something inside was convincing her that she felt this way all along – she wasn't confident, calm or collected and nor should she feel any of those again. The area felt suddenly frigid, as though it weren't creeping towards a summer season and instead she was back in the mountains. “Who are you?” She asked again, mustering up as much energy to find out his true identity – he'd failed to tell her what he was the God of, she was keen enough to know there were certain domains out there, Gods and Goddesses that were prayed to and looked at fondly for various reasons.. why hadn't she met him or heard his name before. “I'm the God of Trust.” The dark God did well to hide a wicked grin as he blatantly lied to the lioness.
“You seem relieved.” He said, reducing his effects surrounding the pair of them. Dread could do crazy things to a lioness. “You also look alarmed, why don't you come here?” He smiled warmly, purple eyes softening with a purpose and he watched the lioness curiously. It seemed she was a touch stronger than he thought and immediately began to resist the temptation of being warmed with his hug. “Are you sure, Sabia`deimos?” He asked again, curious about why she was resisting. “Yes.” Was her answer, she was also resisting handing over information – he'd have considered it impressive, but he'd only just begun to wreck the lioness. “Why don't you want the comfort?” He queried gently and took it upon himself to move a little closer, bringing a dark wing up and over him companion fondly, almost as though he were protecting her in her time of need.
“I don't want it.” She said, sounding far more confident then she let on. He wasn't the God of Fear, but he could still feel the trembling of fear within her. The fear she gave off bled into his soul and gave him a rush that he hadn't felt in many years. “Are you sure?” He asked, cooing softly as he neared her. The wing he'd lifted and raised above her came down and rested around her. The warmth she felt was still chilling, not cold, but alarming. She did relax quite a bit, but still felt on edge as she did so. Her mind wasn't convinced about his domain and yet the rest of her was willing to give into the idea that he was the God of Trust. “No.” He narrowed his purple eyes, but still wore a smile. “Can I help to make up your mind, mortal goddess?” Tras Bothair felt the shiver of the lioness against his side, felt how it made her feel and even felt her tense up as she realized she wanted the comfort, wanted him.
“It's okay to be vulnerable, Sabia.” He said softly, cooing into her ear. The shudder that rippled through her muscles told him he had won and yet still she fought him, not wanting to give in readily. “It's alright when it's with the right company.” She said, piercing, golden eyes peered up at him defiantly – she was not prepared to give into the God, no matter how much he pushed. Tras relaxed a bit, he had won, if that was her best defense. With time and broken walls she'd given into him, this was just the beginning. “You're certainly right. I hope to become that company to you, one day.” That day was not today, Tras wasn't admitting defeat, he simply knew when the cause was lost and he should leave to return again.
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