7/16/2025, 1:35 AM
Skill : 「 None */5 」
Like most things, the north was a thing Alaric had a love-hate relationship with. He didn’t like the cold, but summer made it bearable. Then there was that snarky little brat he ripped into, but there was also Lana. It didn’t really offer much in terms of home-y accommodations, but to be fair he wasn’t exactly looking for a home, anyway. Whatever, it was best to say he was “indifferent”, but his fickle opinion changed with the wind.
The Crane was prowling like a predator pursuing his next meal, eyes focused and posture trained. However, it was not the flesh of prey he wished to capture. The clear, recent scent of a woman was laced into the area, and Ric was looking for a good fucking time, so maybe this chick could help in one way or another.
Molten eyes narrowed, scanning the alpines with an almost annoyed expression. There was something familiar about the scent—did every northern chick smell the same? Eh, yeah he guessed that could make sense. As long as it wasn’t the stupid, bratty girl form before, he didn’t fucking care who was at the end of this trail.
Approaching the peak of a hill, Alaric’s lips curled into a devious grin, a low growl slipping into the cool air. In the distance was a woman—a girl, perhaps. Short—but he liked them like that, made ‘em easier to fuck with—and with body of gray gradients. The closer he got, the more he could pick out her youthful inexperience—she reminded him of Mauve, young and potentially impressionable, depending on her personal exposure.
Like most things, the north was a thing Alaric had a love-hate relationship with. He didn’t like the cold, but summer made it bearable. Then there was that snarky little brat he ripped into, but there was also Lana. It didn’t really offer much in terms of home-y accommodations, but to be fair he wasn’t exactly looking for a home, anyway. Whatever, it was best to say he was “indifferent”, but his fickle opinion changed with the wind.
The Crane was prowling like a predator pursuing his next meal, eyes focused and posture trained. However, it was not the flesh of prey he wished to capture. The clear, recent scent of a woman was laced into the area, and Ric was looking for a good fucking time, so maybe this chick could help in one way or another.
Molten eyes narrowed, scanning the alpines with an almost annoyed expression. There was something familiar about the scent—did every northern chick smell the same? Eh, yeah he guessed that could make sense. As long as it wasn’t the stupid, bratty girl form before, he didn’t fucking care who was at the end of this trail.
Approaching the peak of a hill, Alaric’s lips curled into a devious grin, a low growl slipping into the cool air. In the distance was a woman—a girl, perhaps. Short—but he liked them like that, made ‘em easier to fuck with—and with body of gray gradients. The closer he got, the more he could pick out her youthful inexperience—she reminded him of Mauve, young and potentially impressionable, depending on her personal exposure.
Should a beautiful girl like you be out here, alone?his voice was level yet deep, his gaze shamelessly roaming across her features and committing it to his memory. Alaric offered a smile after his eyes decided to meet her own.
