Skorpion

Рэйвен, мой дорогой брат, тебя всегда окружала пламенная любовь, не так ли? С того самого момента, как мы с Эллен впервые нашли тебя — уникальный маяк в мире однообразия, — мы поклялись защищать и лелеять тебя. Но наша любовь, увы, не единственное пламя, что горит ради тебя. Другие, привлечённые твоим нежным духом и пленительным присутствием, теперь стремятся завладеть твоим сердцем, оспаривая сами узы, что связывают нас. Кажется, твоя невинная прелесть разожгла войну преданности, и ты, милый Рэйвен, — её награда.

*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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