LYCAVORIAN PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC CRUISER
"Open your eyes she-elf wolf." The male voice spoke to her. "I know you are awake."
Tarifa allowed her eyes to open slowly so she could focus. When she did, she found herself staring into incredible violet orbs that were gazing back at her intently, violet colored eyes that held no malice, no lust, no hostility, just intense interest.
The face of the blond haired man focused even more, and she saw the strong solid jaw, the thick eyebrows and thin lips, and the neatly trimmed blond mustache and beard. The face was deeply tanned and weathered, but it was extremely handsome. The dirty blond hair fell to his shoulders, which Tarifa saw were very broad, but it was clean and she detected the soft wild aroma of the deep timber that she remembered from her childhood.
