titillating exposé

[Bramble Saari]

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out of character KU'S ASS. Get it over here. full of character It was a rainy day in the Forest of Nod. Trees endured the stab of icy cold rain like they'd done for centuries, but Bramble had little dealings with Northern weather, much less for centuries. Therefore, she sat hunched beneath a broad leafed tree and avoided only about sixty percent of the precipitation's onslaught. The other forty percent soaked her white shirt. That's when she realized why, back home, Mom and Dad never allowed her to watch the wet white t-shirt contests held during some of the clan's craziest parties. Bram was embarrassed, shivering, and feeling stupid for getting caught in the blustery rain shower. She crossed arms tightly over the translucent, clingy shirt and hung her head between both knees. The girl was at least thankful to have a leather skirt to rest her head on. Also, it kept the legs dry and happy and most importantly unexposed, unlike other pairs of bodily attachments. She heaved a sigh and closed the eyes to shut out their damp dismal view.

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[Hezekiah Finch]

Well, my ass wandered over here in time but the rest of me got distracted by shiny things.
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Another rainy day, this time a little cooler than it had been before. Hezekiah had taken a moment of refuge beneath the heavy boughs of a pine tree before skirting out from under it, moving as swiftly as he could in his lupus form to stay out of the heaviest of the downpours through the spotty canopy. It seemingly didn't matter how hard he worked to stay dry, because in a matter of minutes he looked nothing like a fuzzy, dry, woodsy coyote; he looked like a drowned big-eared rat. Thinking it was better to start heading towards the caves (because at least there, he knew he could find a hole to be dry in), Hezekiah turned northward and made his move quickly and quietly through the dense wood.

However, it was in a flash of a moment that he caught sight of a fair-haired clan member out of the corner of his eye as he snaked his way underneath a fallen log propped up by its neighbours. That descry caused him to divert his path to head towards her, innately curious and concerned as to why she was holed up out in the open of the forest just as he had been. Approaching her with a certain amount of unease, Hezekiah took in her shifted figure and the garment wrapped around her waist but couldn't quite pull the smell of Inferni from her at such a distance. But she seemed so forlorn and well, damp… and he was gullible.

“Are you okay?” he queried, with just the faintest wag of his tail, his way of stating his silent concern. “Why are you just sitting out here in the rain?” Wouldn't she get just as cold as he did when it was all said and done?

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