Fishblight Mire gold [m]

no water did he find, but a tall imposing brute, who seemed to appear from nowhere. armand quailed, then recovered himself, standing upright beneath his mud-bath cloak. he met the eyes of the other seemingly without fear, but deep within him, he knew not what the other would do, this great muscled thing with legs that appeared twice the width of his own and a proud neck so thickly ruffed in velveteen chocolate.

the eyes -- they pierced the slight body and shivered him through with an emotion he did not recognize immediately as desire, but it came clear soon to him, and his lips curved in an wan smile. "water?" armand asked, ears swiveling forward though he were no more than a wide-eyed doe, and his accent nestling the syllables snugly within the recesses of his throat.