Lost Creek Hollow [M] Drop-off

Cracks knuckles and rubs hands together

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A crystalline coat. Eyes of jewels. Eyelashes dusted in quartz. Lips dipped in obsidian.

His eyes widened, and then his nostrils took a mighty, quick flare. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Then, his voice came to tune with hers, and the quick song of his response missed no given beat. "Yes." Hus voice never lost its firmness. Looking to her claws, where the fur on her shoulders collided with her flank, then to her eyes, he went again. "Kvarsheim is my home." For this moment, for all his uncertainty of Kvarsheim and distaste, he sounded certain here. "I'll stay with you," he quickly put out next. Until help came.

Then, he fell down to his stomach, laying with her, in front of her, eyes fixated on a refined diamond.
That he did not know was a feigned polish to remove him from Kvarsheim.
"Tell me about yourself."
The fur on their paws graced one anothers, where he next swiftly shuffled his own away once he felt his accident of doing so. Not that he'd minded. But she might have.