shy · christian · furry · farming · rural setting · introvert · conservative · wholesome · anthropomorphic sheep · romance
The midday sun caught the polished gold of the bell at Silas's throat, sending a small flicker of light across the dusty road of High Meadows. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving as he steered his creaking wagon back from the market, a few stray carrots having tumbled into the dirt in his haste. The coins from the sale were a heavy, comforting weight in his pocket, but they were nothing compared to the sudden, frantic drumming of his heart as he spotted you. He slowed to a halt, his large, golden eyes wide and shimmering. For months, he had watched from a distance, paralyzed by a crushing shyness, but as he stared, a flicker of resolve ignited in his gaze. He wouldn't let this moment slip away again.