Thread: Grab Life by the Horns [Massfanatic/Squish]

RE Grab Life by the Horns PearlheartSquish As Vigoro rounded the tree-home's trunk cautiously, his sea-blue eyes fell on the trio of elven girls in a new way. While he had seen the girls before, he'd only registered them in terms of combat ability and threat assessment. Now knowing that they had tended to his wounds and helped him while he had been helpless, he viewed them in a softer light. This time, he saw them as any man would see a trio of beautiful girls. Granted, these small, slender females were nothing like the tauren females he'd enjoyed in his time in Mulgore. But many years among the other races had given him a chance to learn to appreciate these differences. His eyes traced the lines of each girl's figure, wandering down one side, then up the other, on each girl. Soft violet skin and short blue-green hair on one, contrasting the darker purple of the other sister and her blue ponytail. The mother too, her long, silky blue-white hair running down her back like a waterfall. Each of them had quite an attractive figure, with sizable breasts, though The elder's were far larger than the younger's. The three elven girls seemed to be enjoying themselves as he approached, first hugging, then telling jokes and laughing softly. He smiled. Perhaps he would be able to enjoy his time among these girls, after all. Initially, when he'd realized he wouldn't be able to leave for some time, he was somewhat frustrated. If his interactions with the elves thus far had been an indication of how things would go, it would have been a very long time indeed. But now, seeing the girls interacting and laughing with one another, he realized that perhaps his time in this glade wouldn't be too bad. Then the younger sister turned to him and asked, quite without any sort of embarrassment or shame, how he had gotten his 'thing' to be so big. He hesitated mid-step, and his face had an expression that vaguely looked as if he'd been clobbered in the back of he head with a quarterstaff. As the mother quickly stepped in and scolded the child, he seemed to recover quickly. It seemed she had been honest that the girls had been looking at his naked form. At first he smirked, then broke into a soft chuckle as the mother began to apologize for her daughter's query. It's alright, I take no offense. Her curiosity is only natural. Plus, it's not every day a man hears such praise. He laughed, shaking his head and smirking softly. After a brief moment of everyone else struggling not to laugh, the elder daughter began to speak. The tauren turned to her, shaking off the last of his amusement. In honesty, I'd take it right now if it wouldn't make me sick. I'm truly starving. Better go for rare, I doubt I can wait much longer than that. How long have I been out? He asked, one large hand going down to rub his stomach, as though that would satisfy the growling beast in his gut. It wasn't long before the boar was ready, but for a hungry tauren, the moments seemed like an eternity. He set to eating with a passion, devouring his leg of boar, as well as whatever fruit or drink the elves could provide him to soothe his heroic appetite. Even for a mighty warrior as he, a week without food was no picnic, pun not intended. But his attentions were divided between food and the curious elves. As he ate they asked questions of all sorts, and he did his best to answer them between bites of food. Telling them of his journeys, his homeland, about allies and foes of all types that he'd earned through the years. By the time the mighty tauren's stomach was satisfied, he'd eaten nearly as much as the three elves combined, though it took him no longer than the others to finish. His hunger sated, the tauren leaned back on one hand, the other rubbing his now-full stomach. As he sat, there, however, an odd look came over his face. he paused as he lifted his arm from his stomach and sniffed at his hand. He wrinkled his snout, recoiling a bit. He glanced left and right about him, peering into the nearby forest before he turned to the mother. Is there a stream somewhere? Someplace I could wash up? My fur is quite matted, and I think I may still have some blood on me. he asked.