"A Hekantonkheries. A storm god of Old Greek. My mother was Gaia." He'd been born into darkness, cast out into darkness. Unless within his own walls he wasn't comfortable with total darkness anymore.
His rolled his shoulders, craning his neck from side to side from the ache he could never be rid of. This human form wasn't one he'd formed a liking to. He missed his appendages.
"What are you?" his voice was strong now, defensive, curious.