Forum Search

She stared at liquid-red eyes, the hue piercing through her heart and providing a direction for her love. His fur felt soft to her touch, yet bristly, and that made it all the better. She relaxed against his lithe body, feeling his response as he stiffened, then curled his tail around her. She felt the paintbrush-like tail absently, gazing at the dark amber of the end.

“Why are you not afraid?” he asked crisply.

“Why should I be?” she answered, staring into the hypnotic red eyes that she had already fallen in love with despite the fact that she had only seen them moments before.

“I am a monster. Can you not see that?” he asked.

She laughed, a sound that sent shivers against his back, the tail straightening out briefly before curling again.

“Why should I be afraid of that?” she asked, stroking the feelers on his head, noting the similar explosion of orange hairs on the end to his tail. He sighed, before shaking himself, dislodging her grip on his body.

He stood directly in front of her, the moonlight highlighting all of his features. She mentally swooned at how he just oozed handsomeness.

He cleared his throat at her, drawing her attention back to him. “Look at my eyes. They are red, which is hardly considered normal around here.”

“Yet they represent the colour of the Sun, something that everyone needs to survive. They represent survival.”

“They are the colour of blood, something I can spill with these,” he countered, lifting his paw to reveal gleaming, sharp, ebony-black claws.

“They could do that,” she agreed, “or they could just help me open the packet of biscuits I currently find difficult to open.”
He growled, slicing open the packet of biscuits, before he stared at her. “You know that my fur is dark, decorated with swirling patterns that most find ugly and hideous.”

“Most,” she reminded him. “Not all. Besides, they remind me of the swirling patterns that decorate the clothes of the indigenous human tribes.”

“My feelers and tail,” he continued. “They are hardly normal.”

“They remind me of paintbrushes, which in turn remind me of art, which you know is my hobby,” she countered.

“Besides,” she continued. “You know that being a monster is the most mediocre excuse you can give for not wanting to date me, given that I am one myself.”

“…be that as it may, you are still my princess and I am a commoner. I could hardly date someone of your stature; your parents would maul and banish me from the tribe.”

“No, they couldn’t. I am of legal age to choose my own mate out of all my suitors. As such, I choose you.”

“I was not brought to the palace as a suitor. I cannot be chosen.”

“Persistent, aren’t you?” she sighed. “Just as well that I like that in a mate then. To counter that, though, you are a suitor as long as you are a male belonging to the tribe. Will there be any more arguments from you?”

He flinched at her glare. “No?” he tried.

Judging by the cuddling he got, and the rest that followed, that was the right answer.

So...would it look something like this?