Running
It's a calm and pleasant night and silence surrounds Nura Nura forest. Always undisturbed in its untimely slumber. Unfortunately, this was the day the clock started moving for Nura Nura. The once unperturbed forest was about to be awaken and that would prove to be one of the worst Slavish's errors. Or the one time they actually did something right, this is, if they succeed, of course.
Rustle, rustle. A small figure run through Nura Nura forest. Its slender body moved agile through the fallen branches and dangerous creatures that are part of this place. Nura Nura wasn't asleep for no reason. Some centuries before it tried to conquer civilized areas, and believe me, a bite from one of its bugs or the scent of one of its flowers to kill you on the spot. However, Nura Nura also held some strong healing powers. If it only cured as fast as it killed... The Hommush, a wise and powerful tribe from the North, joined the whole village and with strong will, entered the forest to his core. Their purpose was to stop it, and so they did, at the price of sleeping forever with the forest, turned to stone. Only once was it disturbed, but, as the people that so long ago entered the forest died soon after and as well because of their tales of horror as they spoke of an entire tribe forever lost in darkness, no one ever again adventured themselves inside the forest.
Going back to the sly figure running through Nura Nura, I can only say that this entity belongs to the race of the Slavish, as I can identify a long furry tail swishing in the shadows. The Slavish is a poor and primal race, surviving instead of living. They are little and covered with a grey fur and are doted of a long furry grey tail. Because they rarely appear, are really mysterious and live either near or inside Nura Nura forest, people often take them as bad omens.
Rustle, rustle. The slender figure was breathing heavily, runing as if to save its life. The big heavy sounds of footsteps were obviously not from the small slavish figure but from whatever or whichever was chasing it. Running as fast as it could, the little slavish reached a clearing inside Nura Nura forest. However, the predator was getting closer. Crossing the clearing, the young Slavish felt something wrap around its ankles and fell with a dry noise - face first into the ground. Seconds later, a big large figure enters the clearing. Its chest was going up and down from all the runing it had been forced to do. Through the moonlight, now abundantly present in the clearing, we see the tall figure is a male from the Arrosh, a mercenary guild that normally dealt with creature and human traffic. The large flesh tattoo that took half of his face gave away his profession. He was also equipped with a long sword, a small lumish gun and a big backpack.
The man got near the fragile creature laying unmoving on the ground. He looked for a few moments as to discern what he had in front of him. The slavish in front of him was belly down in the ground breathing heavily. It had long furry grey hair and wore what looked like shorts made out of animals fur. It had no upper clothing and its bare back was filled with short grey fur that shone under the night light but was also filled with many little scars. The man stretched his hand calmly as if with a desire to feel the fur. His fingers slightly brushed the soft fur from the slavish's back and as soon as he did, the creature turned and started to fight with its hands. Being punched and scratched annoyed the man and with a swift strike, he put the creature to sleep.
Enjoying the stillness of the slavish and the moonlight, the man took a good look to the now up faced creature. Its face was the one of a child's and was covered with light small fur. It had really big orbits, which lead the man to wonder how its eyes were. It had a small nose and small mouth with rosy lips. Prying its mouth open with his right index finger, the man could see white slightly sharp teeth and two bigger and sharper upper and down canines. Still unconscious, the slavish grabbed the man's hand and started to nibble at the tip of his finger. The man could not stop thinking on how this creature's self-preservation was so low and went to notice its hand. The hand was small with long sharp nails and looking at its feet the man saw they were the same. Its chest was plain and with less fur, though it was a constant all over its body. Looking at its chest the man took his hand from its mouth and touched it. Feeling and soothing the slender haired body filled with little scars, just as his back. He saw two little pink nipples and, wondering about the creature's sex, the man looked into its shorts and pulled them down.
"Hu, a boy..." Murmured the man. He pulled the shorts up and went to the side as to get up, when he felt something under his leg. Looking down, the man saw the big furry tail of the young slavish. Curiosity struck the man. He sat up near the creature and looked at the tail. He then picked it up and started playing with it. He moved it to the sides, bended it and then stroked it. While he stroked the tail to feel the smoothness of its fur and did so as if it was a big cat - grabbing the tail from the beginning and pulling and stroking till the tip -, the boy turned to the left, facing the man. It was still unconscious but started to purr and slightly tremble and pouting.
Curious, the man turned his movements more vigorous. The results were evident. The slavish blushed and opened his mouth as he started to breath heavily. "hnuhn". The almost soundless moan pulled the man back to reality. He dropped the slavish's tail and turned his face, intending to hide embarrassment. When he felt able to look, he noticed the bulge in the boys' pants. The man sighed, picked a blanket from his backpack and covered the boy from shoulders to knees. He then took the bindings he had thrown to his ankles and binded his hands to his own hand instead. Making sure that, when awake, the boy wouldn't be able to run, the man lays down and falls asleep.
