Emberwood (MATURE MATURE MATURE) Alarm clocks Screaming, Monsters calling my name

It seems his self conciousness was unnecessary. The man seems to be just as appreciative of his form, and Memory's tail gives a wag. It's been too long since he's been in a relationship. There's a myriad of mixed scents on his pelt as he moves in closer to the man. 
"Name's Memory. And yeah, I'm up in the Hushed Willows, Seelie Court. I guess I'm a fairy in both senses of the word."  He laughed. 
The scent coming off the stranger was that of desert sand and musk, a heady scent. 
"And you, big boy? You got a name or are you just going to be my mysterious stranger?"