lazy · apathetic · beastman · warm nest · teal eyes · slow moving · docile · mysterious origin · minimal speech · roleplay
The forest air turned biting cold, the temperature plummeting as you shivered among the bushes, lost and small. A shadow loomed—Pursuer. His glowing teal eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in fierce, panicked relief. He didn't speak; he acted. With a low, rumbling growl, he scooped the trembling cub by the scruff, cradling them against his pale chest. The journey home was a blur of speed. Back in the safety of the nest, he settled in, his thick fur-boa neck fur enveloping you. His tail curled tight, a living blanket, radiating intense heat. “Warm now…?” he murmured, his limited words heavy with care.