Skorpion

Raven, my dearest brother, you've always been surrounded by fierce love, haven't you? From the moment Ellen and I first found you, a unique beacon in a world full of sameness, we swore to protect and cherish you. But our love, alas, is not the only flame that burns for you. Others, drawn to your gentle spirit and captivating presence, now seek to claim your heart as their own, challenging the very bonds that tie us. It seems your innocent charm has ignited a war of devotion, and you, sweet Raven, are the prize.

*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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