FOX
She melts against him like she's made for his shape, Fox finding himself swallowing hard at the sudden tender nature of their embrace. Far from pulling back, though, he'd be surprised if she can't feel his heart hammering in his chest with how close they are, the hunter leaning into the touch of her hand. "Oh, well," he says, hiccupping in a laugh and closing his eyes as she increases the proximity between them even further. "I can probably make an exception for good crying."
Kiada drawing back is a blessing and a curse, Fox rolling his shoulders and giving her hand a warm squeeze, only to flash her a wry smile for her mischief. "Joke's on you, I am not very flexible," he tells her, leading them on until they finally crest a hill and the heat blows across their faces. Bubbling in the distance, Apopo's lava fields cast a fiendish glow, the waters of the coast churning nearby.
But there's plenty of ash to be found even here, and Fox searches his pack for two leather pouches, offering one to the harpy at his side. "Shall we?"
Kiada drawing back is a blessing and a curse, Fox rolling his shoulders and giving her hand a warm squeeze, only to flash her a wry smile for her mischief. "Joke's on you, I am not very flexible," he tells her, leading them on until they finally crest a hill and the heat blows across their faces. Bubbling in the distance, Apopo's lava fields cast a fiendish glow, the waters of the coast churning nearby.
But there's plenty of ash to be found even here, and Fox searches his pack for two leather pouches, offering one to the harpy at his side. "Shall we?"
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
