—You know it's rude to spy on the females! —Ialabel demanded. She approached the window, but couldn't resist the temptation to caress the feline behind the ears, "I'll let you pass because you're a cute male. -He said smiling kindly.
—This female thinks I'm cute," he blushed slightly and changed shape, he was a man of about twenty-two years old, white complexion, short graffiti style hair of a light blond tone, he had beautiful green eyes, slim and athletic body, he passed to a crouched posture and was naked. —I have the sharpest sense of hearing of all the beasts in the village, and that strange melody you sang made me wake up and come running here! .... — Are you a female of the mermaid tribe? -she asked casually.
—What a handsome man he is, mmm..., although his beast form is almost life size in my world, maybe he was an abandoned puppy, I'll have to check him out" No, I'm from a feline tribe and I have very good vision at night.
You'd better leave, if you don't want to get in trouble with Noir," I suggested kindly and at the same time avoiding his gaze to stray towards his crotch. — "Beastmen are simple, what better strategy than to be direct with them," —"My name is lalabel, and I have no male companion.
—My name is Tarish, lalabel you are very beautiful! .... see you tomorrow. - He climbed down from the edge of the window. He transformed himself back into a feline, before leaving the house he peed a little around the house to mark his territory. "I like this female, she smells good, she has nice shiny hair, her fur is soft. -He sighed and ran back to his hut.
—Thank you!" he blushed slightly. Lalabel turned her back. And continued cleaning the next room of the house.
Yang paced back and forth in his hut, "I want to start courting Lalabel but I don't want her to feel persecuted by my presence either, I have to go slowly. I'll start with bringing her the most beautiful and delicate fur in my collection.
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Tarish's heart was racing, he felt that this female could be his mate, he took a couple of strides to climb the tree and enter the owl's house, Orus was sleeping in his nest, when the steps of his friend woke them up.
I already went to meet Lalabel, she is a female, she is very cute and delicate, tomorrow I will go to bring her wooing offerings. -He lay face down on the floor thinking about what to bring as an offering.
Orus still with his eyes closed, but listening to the conversation, - You should use your best skill and listen if she mentions something she likes out loud.
—Thanks for the advice... I knew I could count on you. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
In the village the arrival of a new single female was an event that stirred the hearts of the single males like leaves in the wind. As each male painstakingly prepared the wooing offerings to present to Lalabel, the new arrival.
Each single male busy in his preparations, the village became a scene of intertwined expectations and emotions. The aroma of fresh meat, skins and ripe fruits permeated the air, while the fate of these males was interwoven with the mystery surrounding Lalabel, the female who awakened their dreams and fears and promised to change the course of their lives.
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Opening its twinkling green eyes, they met the afternoon light. The panther yawned lazily, baring its fangs and stretching its paws with feline elegance. As she made her way to the backyard. Something in the air alerted her; a pungent scent made her blink curiously. It was the distinct scent of a feline, a male that had left his mark on the surroundings of her home. —That's Tarish's scent," she said. He went to the sandbox and did his business. —Tarish," she sighed, "I feel like I'm very attracted to him. He went into the house to get his clothes and immediately returned to his original form.
Noir opened the weathered wooden door, a mixture of smells invaded his senses: the smoky aroma of wood burning in the living room fireplace. A hint of surprise crossed his weathered face when he noticed that the house was surprisingly clean and tidy. His frown, characteristic of a man accustomed to nature's clutter, softened.
Heading to the kitchen with game in hand, Noir deftly lit the fire. The flames danced inside the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the room. With precise movements, he skinned and chopped up the boar calf, letting the concentration show in his eyes. The glow of satisfaction crossed his face as he sprinkled the salt over the meat, preparing it for roasting.
As the aroma of roasting boar filled the kitchen, Noir took a moment to observe his handiwork. His imposing body relaxed at the thought of a feast to come. His hands, roughened by life outdoors, showed skill and experience.
With the meal ready, Noir left the kitchen and made his way to the master bedroom. The wooden door creaked slightly as it opened, she found Lalabel with her back turned dressing in her furs. She turned as she heard the door open, her face lit up at Noir's presence. Her eyes, exuding affection and gratitude, met his. The air was charged with a warm, comforting silence. Noir, with a barely perceptible smile, extended his hand toward Lalabel, inviting her to join the feast awaiting in the kitchen.
—This wild boar meat is really delicious, next time I'd like to add some spices.
—Noir asked to get some water. —She asked politely.
Noir stood up and made his way to a wooden bucket that rested near the entrance of the house. The ground crunched beneath his feet as he made his way toward the river, and his movements were fluid, revealing a dexterity acquired over the years.
Upon reaching the river, he knelt on the bank and dipped the bucket into the crystal clear water. His calm expression changed subtly as his fingers touched the cool liquid, conveying a sense of relief. She carefully filled the bucket, watching the ripples spread out on the surface of the river. With the bucket full, Noir returned home, holding the load firmly. Upon entering, the dim light from the fireplace revealed the modest but cozy interior.
Noir deposited the bucket on a weathered wooden table, and the lalabel gratefully approached. As he poured the water into a bowl, she watched in admiration, appreciating the daily effort he devoted to her well-being. There was a silent connection between them, a complicity weaving as they spent time together.
Lalabel took the bowl of water, thanked with a soft smile and retreated to the small makeshift bath she had made during the cleaning. As she brushed her teeth and washed her face, her expression revealed a sense of renewal and comfort. Noir, standing to one side of the door watched with satisfaction as her every gesture contributed to that little space of well-being.
Finally, she returned, her face refreshed and her thirst quenched. Grateful, she approached Noir and, with a spontaneous gesture, placed a kiss on his cheek. The warmth of that gesture lingered in the air as she retreated to rest in the room. Noir, with a serene smile, contemplated the gesture of gratitude that brought relief from the weight of the day. The house was enveloped in the stillness of the night.
Near midnight, Lalabel waited patiently for Noir to fall into a deep sleep. Her feline eyes twinkled in the gloom of the room. As the shadows enveloped the room, the young woman became a sleek black panther, gliding deftly to the window. The moon, now hidden behind thick clouds, left the town in pitch darkness.
Lalabel with stealthy movements, perched on the edge of the window. Her feline eyes glowed with a mixture of determination and curiosity as she watched the village plunged in darkness. The shadows offered him a cloak of invisibility, his ally in the task ahead.
The village, normally bathed in moonlight, now lay in unusual silence. Lalabel descended the path, her claws barely whispering on the ground. Intrigue shone in her feline gaze, accompanied by an unusual sense of adrenaline. The mystery woven by the darkness heightened her excitement.
Meanwhile, Tarish and Orus patrolled the deserted roads. Their movements were silent, and their sharp eyes scanned every shadow for possible threats. Still, tranquility reigned, until a flash of thirst caught Tarish. They both made their way to the river, their animal figures silhouetted against the blackness of the night.
The riverbank was shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by faint glimmers of moonlight filtering through the clouds. Lalabel, still in her feline form, advanced cautiously toward the water. Her ears sharpened, she caught the murmur of the nearby river, and her instinct guided her toward the water source.
Orus, the owl with the piercing gaze, spotted the figure of the panther in the distance, its silhouette silhouetted against the darkness of the night. His large golden eyes blinked with interest as he watched the panther, drinking from the river. Lunar light filtered through the clouds, casting silvery glints on his shining feline eyes.
With subtle movements, Orus turned his head toward Tarish, who stood at his side. The owl's expression seemed to indicate urgency, and his wings trembled slightly. Tarish caught the signal and focused his sharp gaze in the direction pointed by his companion. His ears perked up attentively, picking up the distant sounds of the panther.
They descended silently to the riverbank, where the panther continued to drink. -I have to be on my guard, I don't want to meet any unwanted beasts," were Lalabel's thoughts. Tarish, his senses sharpened, began to sniff the air. Intrigue flickered across his feline face as a familiar scent filled his nostrils. The panther is female triggered a spark of recognition in his mind.
Tarish's eyes narrowed in a mixture of awe and understanding. Something about that scent was familiar to him. As he watched the panther, her paws moved cautiously on the ground, revealing a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment.
The panther, oblivious to the presence of the two night watchmen, raised its head after drinking. The glints of the moon danced in her eyes, reflecting the intensity of her determination. Lalabel, the transformed young woman, sensed the nearby presence and turned toward the intruders with feline grace. Surprise and intrigue flashed in her gaze as she met the eyes of Tarish and Orus.
The riverbank, shrouded in shadows and nocturnal murmurs, became the scene of an unexpected encounter.
—"I hope in this form to be able to flirt more directly with the males I like," the panther, advanced gracefully toward Tarish, whose posture became more tense as he sensed the feline's nearness. Lalabel's green eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and a glint of amusement. Her feline ears twitched with agility as she approached Tarish, who kept his gaze fixed on the panther, trying to understand the connection forged between them.
With subtle movements, Lalabel stopped in front of Tarish and, with a playful gesture, began to sniff him. The male's scent permeated her senses, revealing a complex palette of scents that piqued her interest. Tarish, for his part, experienced a mixture of intrigue and wariness, his tail twitching nervously as he was examined by the panther.
The panther continued her inspection, approaching Tarish's tail. With gentle movements, Lalabel gently circled the caracal's tail, letting her whiskers brush against the softness of the fur. Tarish, despite the initial surprise, allowed the interaction, feeling a strange attraction.
Orus, meanwhile, kept a watchful eye on the forest surroundings. His piercing eyes scanned the shadows, and his wings remained slightly spread, ready for flight in case of any eventuality. The connection between Lalabel and Tarish did not go unnoticed by him, and his keen gaze alternated between the unusual pair and the surrounding darkness.
The atmosphere in the forest clearing was charged with a mysterious energy. The moon, despite the scattered clouds, managed to filter silvery glints that illuminated the scene. The soft murmur of the nearby river mingled with the rustle of leaves stirred by the night breeze. In that corner of the forest, the connection between the panther and the caracal was woven into an enigma, while the owl guarded the secrets that the night still kept.
Determined to explore this inexplicable connection, Tarish advanced toward Lalabel with feline grace. His paws delicately touched the ground as he approached, and his tail wagged in a nervous dance that reflected tension and anticipation. Lalabel, in turn, turned to him with glowing eyes, interpreting Tarish's expression as an echo of her own curiosity.
The female panther let Tarish sniff her, allowing their scents to mingle in the air. The connection between them seemed tinged with an ancient recognition, as if their souls were meeting after a long time. Tarish, intoxicated with attraction, gently rubbed against the panther, sharing his affection in a way that went beyond the boundaries of his wild instincts.
At that moment, the atmosphere of the forest echoed with the stillness of the night. The gentle murmur of the river and the rustle of the leaves were the soundtrack to this unusual encounter. Orus continued to watch from on high, his piercing eyes observing the scene intently, interpreting the emotions unfolding in the forest glade.
Thus, in the gloom of the forest, a story was being woven between these two beings destined to meet in the night, where the ties of the past and the emotions of the present intertwined in a silent dance under the starry blanket.