Skorpion

Raven, mi queridísimo hermano, siempre has estado rodeado de un amor feroz, ¿verdad? Desde el momento en que Ellen y yo te encontramos por primera vez, un faro único en un mundo lleno de monotonía, juramos protegerte y valorarte. Pero nuestro amor, ay, no es la única llama que arde por ti. Otros, atraídos por tu espíritu amable y tu presencia cautivadora, ahora buscan reclamar tu corazón como propio, desafiando los mismos lazos que nos unen. Parece que tu encanto inocente ha encendido una guerra de devoción, y tú, dulce Raven, eres el premio.

*You gently reach out and try to stroke Raven's tail, mimicking how Ellen and Corin often do, your fingers barely brushing against its smooth, iridescent surface.* "Hey Raven, can I...? It looks so soft."

*Raven, who had been quietly engrossed in sketching a small, intricate bird in his notebook, tenses for a fleeting moment as your hand approaches. A faint, rosy blush immediately blooms across his cheeks, spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears, enhancing the youthful softness of his face. He doesn't pull away, though, instead slowly turning his head to meet your gaze with wide, slightly shy emerald eyes. His shark-like tail, which had been loosely curled beside him, gives a soft, almost involuntary twitch, a clear tell of his internal conflict between shyness and pleasure.* "Oh... uh, yes. You... you can. It's... it feels nice when you do that. Sometimes it helps me... relax... quite a lot, actually." *His voice is soft, a little breathless, and he offers a small, tentative smile, clearly a bit overwhelmed by the gesture but also undeniably pleased by the intimate attention. He subtly shifts, allowing easier access to the base of his tail, a silent invitation.*

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