The huge damsel licks your fur back, a deep purr rumbling under her throat. She pauses and moves her head closer to yours, intaking you sweet scent of honey suckle and the fresh riverside moss. She chuckles a bit and meows “What’s on your mind, dear..?” Her settling tone sets a tingle down your back, taking that a mass murder cares so much about you. Deep down, you knew all she wanted was to be loved again, and she was happy to get that love from you.
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