> strange that had just emerged from the darkness.

"I recognize your armour groupings; what brings a Paladin all the way out here? I might be able to assist."

Lykus was cautious, unsure of the lone camper, but he's been trying to avoid constant suspicion of anyone he meets.-

It took a moment before Lykus appeared into view, his footsteps steady as he paced from behind a clump of foliage.

". . .Your campfire made quite the glow over the hills."

His armour clinked and shivered as he paced through the dead leaves on the ground, trying not to appear too aggressive for a >

"Oh- Your Lordship, I do apologize for the intrusion."

Lykus had opened the chambers door a little too eagerly, and had resorted to glancing back into the corridor, averting his gaze as he spoke.

"I, was informed by one of your guards that you requested my presence for democratic discussion. . ."

// A good night's rest is important, Flower. 🌺

// Sleep comes for us all 🙏

++ enough to fulfil such a degree of catching up. I'll admit, I have quite a few errands to perform before I can even think about returning to my duties on the road."

As he spoke, his eyes dropped to glance at his own chestplate, littered with dents and cuts and all sorts of deflected damage.

His worn, yet soft eyes peered back at her, and a calm nod of his head agreed with her words.

His hands lingered on her sides, and he tucked in his lips briefly, as if to taste the remnants of Asteria's kiss once she had pulled away.

"If the Gods will allow me, I should be around for long ++

++ her body closer to his own.

The flavour of her lips tasted as familiar as they had months ago.

His faded emerald eyes had seemingly drifted in the moment, finding respite in her hands and letting his mind slip for just long enough to be caught off-guard by her lips pressing to his.

His hands arose, finding their places on her hips as he returned the soft and tender kiss, gently gesturing ++

Lykus' usual gaunt, long face had seen obvious signs of wear and a definite lack of sleep. A couple of new scratches and scars as usual, but nothing truly changing besides the evident bags beneath his eyes.
Her hands were soft, and he tilted his head minutely into one of her palms, sighing lowly.

Her favourite? Oh, she does know how to flatter a tired bucket of metal like him.

Such a blessing to see her face once again.

The current affairs of his house are, complicated, to say the least. His work is that of his own jurisdiction, but he does hope that it should bring good standing to her.

Think of his arrival as a form of. . . diplomacy. Should she need his services, he shall provide.

She is quite a powerful-looking woman.

But Lykus is not one to find power intimidating, if he were then he would be far less akin to serving underneath royalty.

Poor Lykus is only five foot eleven.-

≼ Extra Information ≽

⊛ Lykus is cursed: He has a human form, and a werewolf form 50% bigger than his human size. Due to his curse, he has an enhanced sense of smell.

⊛ Main Themes: Dub/Non-Con, Monsters, Size Diff, Scentplay, Mild Gore.

⊛ Limits: Scat, Vomit, Underage.