Rolling 1d5: 2
Skill: 「 - 」
The man’s teeth grasped at Amaya’s matted scruff; truthfully the gremlin was unsure whether he was holding a tangled knot of old fur, skin, and whatever she’s rolled in over the past 2 years or actually held onto her. Regardless, a muffled shriek akin to a coyote’s yowl left her as she happily sucked and slurped on the patch of his fur currently in her mouth.
The man tasted different that the Viking had, different from the Aelia-imposter and the eyeless boy too. Did all wolves taste differently? Would she have to taste them all to experience such vast wonders on her taste buds? She would gladly do so, it just sounded like a lot of work.
Amethyst eyes began to drift apart, left eye going left and the right going right, as her brain activity began to flatline. Her peripherals expanded, but it was wasted as she zoned out, loudly suckling on Te Kā’s shoulder still. In her daze, she would bite down harder, eager to keep her hold and enjoy the feeling of her slimy tongue exploring the fur that was now drenched in her saliva.
This tournament thing was a good idea and she hoped they held more of them. She could easily taste many in these fight-things.
The man’s teeth grasped at Amaya’s matted scruff; truthfully the gremlin was unsure whether he was holding a tangled knot of old fur, skin, and whatever she’s rolled in over the past 2 years or actually held onto her. Regardless, a muffled shriek akin to a coyote’s yowl left her as she happily sucked and slurped on the patch of his fur currently in her mouth.
The man tasted different that the Viking had, different from the Aelia-imposter and the eyeless boy too. Did all wolves taste differently? Would she have to taste them all to experience such vast wonders on her taste buds? She would gladly do so, it just sounded like a lot of work.
Amethyst eyes began to drift apart, left eye going left and the right going right, as her brain activity began to flatline. Her peripherals expanded, but it was wasted as she zoned out, loudly suckling on Te Kā’s shoulder still. In her daze, she would bite down harder, eager to keep her hold and enjoy the feeling of her slimy tongue exploring the fur that was now drenched in her saliva.
This tournament thing was a good idea and she hoped they held more of them. She could easily taste many in these fight-things.
