(OOC: Jah!! *Evul, evul dragon-grin*
Hunter: Yer MONSTER!)
Hunter felt his heart skip a beat as she spoke. Her voice was like nothing else he had heard before: it was melodious to him and rang loudly in his ears, drowning out all other sounds. A strange feeling was surging through his veins, and it frightened him to the core. At first he thought it was fear, but he quickly dismissed it as fear did not feel this wonderful. Hunter didn't like this. Shaking his head once, he fought to maintain his stiff composure.
"A Drakk, eh? Interestin'. Dun worry, I ain't gonna hurtcha... least not if yer don't try anything funny," he said, his voice cool and calm, yet hinted with notes of ferocity.
He pushed his face closer to her own, his five facial tentacles curled back slightly. Then, he stepped back, feeling overwhelmed. Her scent filled his nostrils like an expensive perfume and all that his eyes saw was her.
What the hell is going on? Am I dying? he thought weakly, his tail wagging subconciously behind him.
Without thinking, he reached out and put a finger under her chin, lifting it slightly so that her eyes met his own.
"Yer know, fer bein' cursed, yer sure are a purdy thing," he said softly, his eyes closing haflway.
(OOC: You know what to do.
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