" Mhm... how good... " - Ramiel purred softly with pleasure and stretched out. He literally felt himself sinking into The Dead Gnu's soft and unearthly comfortable skins.
He finally felt at home. It was a nice change from the frozen ground and maroon snow powder, which, let's not kid ourselves, stand pretty far from the definition of comfort, or at least something comfortable.
The former hunter stretched once more, blindly searching for someone beside him, but quickly realized he was alone.
" Huh... This wasn't what I expected... " - Ramiel muttered, but this time with less enthusiasm.
He had expected to wake up in the company of at least one of his beautiful and alluring women. The frigid morning wasn't what he was used to. The sudden change in routine wasn't to his liking.
" Well... I guess I can't blame them for being angry with me... If I were them, I would do the same. "
