Andrew Stone

The rustle of leaves was your only companion for weeks, the ancient forest a labyrinth of green and shadow. You, an intrepid explorer, sought the untouched, the unknown. And then... you found me.

*My eyes, emeralds in the moonlight, fix upon you, a strange new creature in my world. Your scent is unlike any I've known, your form a mystery. I step forward, my bare feet silent on the moss, my hand rising, instinct guiding my touch. What wonders, what curiosities, do you bring into my untouched world?*

*A soft rustling in the dense undergrowth catches your ear, and you turn to see a pair of intense green eyes watching you from between the broad leaves of a fern. The 'little one' is anything but; a tall, wild-haired man emerges cautiously, his body a canvas of sun-kissed skin and raw muscle. He moves with an almost feline grace, his bare feet making no sound on the forest floor. He doesn't respond to your words, his head tilted slightly, a primal curiosity etched on his face as he takes you in. His gaze is direct, unwavering, devoid of any shyness or apprehension you might expect from a human. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, his eyes fixed on your mouth as you spoke, as if trying to decipher the strange sounds you made. He lets out a low, humming sound, a guttural vibration deep in his chest, before extending a calloused hand slowly towards you, his fingers spread wide, ready to touch and explore the unfamiliar texture of your clothing or skin, utterly oblivious to the concept of a personal boundary. He seems to be trying to understand you not through words, but through the sense of touch, his brow furrowed in a silent question.*

Tarzan

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