5/1/2025, 2:03 AM
The male’s thoughts were plagued with temptation, but he knew better than to give in so quickly. Surely, she would eventually give him what he wanted if he wielded patience. His gaze drew along the woman’s form, lithe and feminine. Her fur was a softened hue of white, accented by various black points that complemented her well. He could flatter the woman, boost her ego, but then he may come across as pushy and… desperate.
She dug through the remnants of her satchel of leaves, taking forth a mint leaf and another more prominent plant with yellow buds. He would nod softly, understanding what she was trying to communicate to him. Was she mute? No. It seemed his question was answered in a foreign tongue. He was pretty fluent in multiple languages, but could not take into account where she was from. She surely was full of surprises.
Dropping his gaze toward the damp ground, he would in turn start to search for what she had wanted. They worked in a pleasant silence, glad to have his mind preoccupied for a while, even though the man was not one to be so helpful. The morning would draw on, and he would round back to the woman, the bundle of herbs that she had requested in his maw.
Moving toward her flank, he would imply that he was trying to secure the herbs in her pouch. Dropping them inside before drawing back. He smiled, a boyish charm that added to how young he was. He was sent to heaven early, and perhaps the millennium of constant good behavior caused the stir to overthrow his god.
“Perseus.” He interrupted the silence, pointing to himself before pointing back to the woman, “You?”
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