Chemdog is caught adrift in a nap when he hears the footsteps a little ways off, and her smell soon follows the sound. His pearl-white ears flip up to hear better, she passes just below him. Between raids Chemdog is forced to wander, to patrol for more plunder and also keep himself from turning to skin and bone. Rebuilding a desolate place far in the north with no food and no water, no magic, ̶ nothing at all. It is a dead land and somehow...for some reason...there is a group of warrior rogues willing to bring it back, to make it better, even.
He watches her quietly, his tail swishing at imaginary bugs; the sound of his thick hair slashing the air is likely to draw her attention. He weights before starting down the shallow grassy slope toward her. “Hello there.”his deep voice booms and he moves in at a rather close proximity. Not touching, but if he reached out, he could touch his lips to her roan shoulder. He stops himself. Chemdog shifts his weight to one hip and lets his eyes roam over her body, she was well built. She’s thick, he notes, and doesn’t look too fragile either.
Yummy.
“You don’t look like you’re from around here.” he speaks through a slanted smirk, letting his forelock fall over half his face while he looks at her with one eye. “I’m Chemdog.” he sucks in a breath, “Pleased to meet you...” he tilts his head, gesturing for her to perhaps share her name if she is so inclined.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
@[Hexen] ❤️
