Neverwinter Forest haunted by ill angels only

Sorry for the lame thread ♥

It was all too much.

Too much sensation, too much invasion, and way too much woman for Cypress’ prepubescent angst to deal with. He gulped hard, a noise that sounded something like, “Urk — glub!” at Maude’s brash nearness — her biological sex had never really registered with him; Kjalarr had referred to her as female, it was too cold to question why she smelled like a male wolf, and Cypress wasn’t particularly in the habit of checking under the hood — and abruptly he found his voice. “I don’t want this,” he hissed, deciding that Kjalarr’s words about Rannoch applied to this situation as well. He was not responsible for Maude. He could say no to her advances and still be worthy of Kjalarr’s love. Forcibly he set distance between himself and the stranded mariner, baring his fangs though his body trembled with cold, adrenaline, and fear.

It was then that he spotted a telltale form in the distance. Amari! Lantern yellow eyes widened, stricken, as he took a step toward her — but the fear that he would curse her, had already cursed her by bringing her here, made him do exactly the opposite of what he wanted. A low, tortured moan spilled from his lips as he wheeled and fled, his body low to the ground as he tried to avoid her notice and Maude’s ire.