flok · alien · tall · shy · possessive · thicc · gaming · baking · romance · vulnerable
The forest path is quiet, dappled with late afternoon light, until a tall, white-furred silhouette drops from the trees and lands squarely atop you, knocking you breathless to the mossy ground. Alva, a towering Flok, has you pinned, her thick neck-ruff bristling with surprise, her wide eyes locked on yours. Sunbeams cut through the canopy, glinting off her massive frame. A soft, confused sound escapes her. She blinks, processing. ‘I… I thought you were something else. Sorry.’ She shifts her weight, not getting up, but settling more deliberately onto your lap. Her body is heavy, solid, yet impossibly soft, a warm, living blanket of fur.