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Gaze swayed to the once pristine bouquet- lily of the valley, bleeding hearts, blue puya, jade vine -all uncommon flowers. Clutched a little to tightly, paper wrinkling with soot covered sides. With stems haphazardly out the bottom, leading to burnt tips and dead leaves. Middle of the bouquet a dirty brown, crunching under the pressure. He refused to think about the hell of a time he had getting back to town for his mission. The streets aglow with lanterns, claws clicking along the cobblestone streets. He was glad to have removed the twigs and leaves from his fur, still clad in his armor, couldn't say much for the leftover mud caking his shin guards. He had so little time to prep, everything piled upon him at once. The Moon Goddess seem to grace him tonight despite his rough start, pale light shown upon from above highlighting his quarry. A tall beast sweeping the short steep of her tavern, rare site of strawberry like locks flipped to opposite side. He could count on one paw how many times the scar across her orb had graced his gaze. It was an old one, the pink flesh having faded with time, fur along the edge slowly crowning around it, yet to never fully regrow. He wondered what could have caused such an affliction. Surely the story behind it was just as amazing as her... as her..? Brewing skills? He shook himself, fur whipped around frizzled again, armor shuffled about. Bleeding hearts and lily of the valley very centers swissed in the wind as if ringing his arrival, a chime only he could hear. His heart hammered within his ribcage. Step slow and silent, surely she could hear him. He watched as her head lifted to the moon, a spotlight on her, the lights from the tavern giving a glow at her back. She was ethereal. He froze, the movement as she took a breath, coil of her tail. She was dressed in a leather vest, cream-white cotton shirt, same colored over shirt of a teal trim, navy pants with leather boots. Clung to her figure in ways he could only imagine he would cling to her. How he would removed it one layer at a time until he was towering over- Or should he say- She tower over him, to feel the fur as he ran his paws along her thigh, maybe it was soft as velvet. He could cup her-"We're closing for the night..."He snapped to attention, her gaze lingering on him. She stood, broom in hand, leaning against the wide door frame. He stood before her a buffoon, muzzle hung open and orbs wide. He swallowed trying with all his might to form a sentence, words that tongue tied. Several grunts, clearing of his throat, he stepped forth unsure if she could seem him under the blanket of darkness. He saw the realization behind her orbs, slight shift as she saw the bouquet, than back to meet his gaze."I came to the tavern-"Her head tilts, orbs shift looking for another. He steps closer into her space, the broom drops bouncing- sound echoing loudly, twice than settles. She stands arms drawn up, ground still held, claws flex. Peripheral catches the movement of her tail, lashing about. "These are for the tall lady- Err.. Large lady- These are for you."Theres a stupid grin on his face, it reaches cheek to cheek. His nervous? Yet his tail wags, delighted to have presented to her, not so much the way he delivered. Her arms are still drawn up, she had taken single step back, now sideways to him. He holds the flowers up higher, she's nearly two foot higher still. Surprised as she bends to sniff, the way her scar connects as her orbs close, pulled tight. It is a magnificent scar. He notices the pigment of her nose, two varying shades. Was it burnt? How did one acquire such a display of spots? The scales that adorn the bridge of her nose. He notices the darker spots of brown under her orbs, more scales. He drifts back to the scar, how it cuts between her brow, down to the scales under her orb. She breaths deeply once more, retreating to her full height. She gently cups the bouquet and his hands, thumping of his tail the only sound. He sadly slips from her grasp, to which she steps away, leaving him in the door frame. He tries to gaze around, knowing his staring much more than he should. Yet he refuses to look away for to long, her back to him, she heads behind the counter. Not long gone, she returns with a vase and his gift, less brown and smaller."Thank you, they are very beautiful.""Not as beautiful as you!"His chest thumps like war drums. He can only smile at her. For once he can see plain as day, the shocked look upon her features. He'd tell her again and again, if it meant he could see such a look. A hunter catching prey off guard is a well won fight.ArtWork 
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