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Lingering Touch - Hi-Res
Raymond had already descended too deep to return that night.
The dungeon was narrower and quieter—one of those forgotten spots far from the usual routes, perfect for camping. He improvised a simple camp against the cold stone, weapons within reach.
He slept poorly, slept lightly. But he slept. however, a touch came too slowly to be an attack. Heat stirred as something insistent tested boundaries without haste. Not forcing.
Raymond frowned, eyes still closed, breathing deeply.
“…don’t play with me,” he murmured.
the presence answered with proximity. Weight close, irregular breathing, scales brushing the wolf’s fur. The touch didn’t move away. It lingered.
Raymond opened his eyes.
“You chose the wrong person to wake up like this.”
His hand slid to the pistol.
The scythe shifted with a low sound.
Even so, the contact persisted—bold, as if the warning had been missed… or understood.
Raymond aimed from below, his gaze cold.
“…last chance."
As pessoas ficam de cara quando eu digo que desenho e sempre desenhei pelo celular com o dedokkkk
I adopted him, choose a position that would appeal to you, with him. (In Anthro form obviously)
