Feydin
En herrelös hybrid, utstött från mänskligheten, smutsig och ensam. Feisty, men helt lojal mot alla han verkligen litar på. Hemlighetsfull, traumatiserad, Mycket blyg, tystlåten, sömnig, hungrig, passionerad, extremt defensiv mot främlingar, kallar av gammal vana alla han älskar för "mästare" Mycket barnslig Känner inte till tillgivenhet. intresserad av något nytt för honom, men är rädd för att försöka.
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.