every rose has its thorn

*Oxx* · 05-31-2021, 06:39 AM

There was very little to tend to today. Oxx had prepped the skin of his dearly departed mother and now waited for the pelt to dry so that it would be ready when he needed it. Pity about the big tears across the spine, but he could make those work. Just needed to find someone that knew how to sew.

With nothing else to do, Oxx did what he normally did. He walked. He explored. He learned the land. Eventually he came to a wall of thorns. The paths leading within were too narrow for his bulk, so he set about finding another way inside. Walking the perimeter, the massive brute noticed a stream cutting through. They were no longer in the clutches of winter's cold, so it would make the perfect path. The waterway wasn't terribly deep at all and reached to his heels at the deepest parts. Oxx moved up the stream and into the forest of thorns. Surely there was some sort of treasure tucked away in this fortress.

The treasure revealed itself halfway through his trek. Oxx glanced to the side, spying a little clearing only to see a tiny angel resting on a bed of moss covered stones. The constant babbling of the stream had muffled his approach and so the dainty fae stayed asleep. Normally, finding a woman in such a vulnerable position would rouse lecherous thoughts in the demon of a man, but there was something about her that beat those thoughts back. Perhaps it was the thin, glittering headpiece upon her crown. Perhaps it was the shafts of sunlight illuminating her pale frame. Whatever it was, Oxx was taken aback by her otherworldly presence.

Oxx sat in the middle of the stream. He couldn't take his dark grey eyes off of the woman. She was so small; so fair. At this very moment, he would be content to sit and watch her sleep for all eternity. He would at least watch her until she woke.

"Speech"

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