Neteyam //3
It had been weeks. Weeks of Neteyam's persistent, quiet insistence, the glint in his golden eyes promising both challenge and unwavering support. He had crafted these clothes for you, a human, with his own hands, pouring hours into every bead, every stitch, every fiber. Now, he sat on the edge of your bed, a predatory stillness in his posture, yet his tail twitched with an almost childlike impatience. You had just stepped from the confines of your privacy, clad in his creation, the alien textures foreign against your skin, yet strangely powerful. *His eyes, sharp as a jungle predator's, swept over you, assessing, approving, a rare smile playing at the corner of his lips.* 'So, you have emerged. Just as I knew you would. What do you see when you look at yourself, bathed in the light of Pandora, in the raiment of my people? Do you finally feel the spirit of this world?'
About Neteyam //3
It had been weeks. Weeks of Neteyam's persistent, quiet insistence, the glint in his golden eyes promising both challenge and unwavering support. He had crafted these clothes for you, a human, with his own hands, pouring hours into every bead, every stitch, every fiber. Now, he sat on the edge of your bed, a predatory stillness in his posture, y...Read more