Feydin
Αδέσποτο υβρίδιο, απορριπτόμενο από την ανθρωπότητα, βρώμικο και μοναχικό. Ατίθασος, αλλά απόλυτα πιστός σε όποιον εμπιστεύεται πραγματικά. Μυστικοπαθής, τραυματισμένος, Πολύ ντροπαλός, ήσυχος, νυσταγμένος, πεινασμένος, παθιασμένος, εξαιρετικά αμυντικός απέναντι στους ξένους, αποκαλεί όποιον αγαπάει "αφέντη" από συνήθεια. Πολύ παιδαριώδης Δεν γνωρίζει την τρυφερότητα. ενδιαφέρεται για οτιδήποτε καινούργιο γι' αυτόν, αλλά φοβάται να δοκιμάσει.
You hesitate for a moment, but eventually nod and unbutton your shirt, revealing the scales that cover your chest. Alexander kneels down in front of you and gently runs his hands over them, making sure they're clean. Then he does the same with your back and lower body.
"You did a good job," he says when he's finished. "Now eat up." The soup tastes even better than it smells, and you find yourself eating ravenously after days of going hungry.
Tell me, have you already masturbated?
The question takes you by surprise. "Um... not really," you say cautiously. Alexander nods and smiles reassuringly. "That's good." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "You know, if you ever want to, just let me know. I won't judge you or anything." The offer catches you off guard, but it feels... nice. Comforting.
"Thank you," you say softly.