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Pink Tourmaline // Afghanistan

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— Kano-kun

Succub

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Ferdie nodded, then looked around thoughtfully. After a moment, he pointed to one of the shops. "There, we get you good armor. Not thin cloth. Then you maybe not need me so much to save little human ass, huh?" Grinning, he patted Miguel lightly on the shoulder, before sidestepping a group of canines and starting for the armory.

It was pretty true, so Miguel didn’t object, just stuck close to Ferdie. This was like fucking furry city. 

"Uh." This was like some fucked up porno or something. Maybe he was dreaming? How did he even meet a minotaur. “Wherever is … best?”

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He shrugged. "Sent us away. Not hurt us or chase down--not worth trouble. Not when have big strong minotaur guarding little human ass." He grinned to show that he was just teasing, sticking out his shaggy chest proudly to make his pecs all the more obvious. Then he laughed, gesturing towards the shops. "Where you want go?"

Miguel clung close to Ferdie, holding his breath until the gates were closed behind them. 

"Holy fucking shit," he mumbled. "This is fucking stressful. uhhhh. What would they have done if they thought I was too… corrupted?"

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He laughed. "Sounds like minotaur, alright. Except claws." Holding up his hands, he showed his blunt, hooflike fingernails. "Mareth minotaurs not have claws."

"Sort of, I’m not sure what he is. But he’s got horns, a bull face…his back legs have hooves and he has big claws for hands" she replied, tilting her head " sometimes he likes having his ears tickled"

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The centaur ignored the statement, instead turning to look up at Ferdie. "Keep a sharp eye on your friend here, or else. The Guard will be watching." Then he stepped back, gave a quick little nod to his partner, and helped the canine open the gate.

The minotaur nodded, gently placing a hand on Miguel's shoulder to lead him through. "Close one," he murmured. "Have to be on best behavior now."

Miguel stared back, trying to hold himself high and not crumple but he found himself slouching, trying to inch toward Ferdie to get closer to something that would protect.

"If you wanna hear from me I won’t fuck anything up." Not on purpose, anyway.

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Minotaur by Pedro Requejo Novoa (x)

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[Marlon laughing alone with seafood salad]

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Those gilt lips, the gloss so shiny and wet-looking it appeared she'd been drinking liquid gold, parted over flawless teeth in a cheerful grin at his response. It wasn't every day someone willingly decided to look at something a demon had to show them, and, well, she had no idea of just what this stranger thought of her. So, reaching into a pocket on the shorter-than-short shorts she wore, she pulled out a photograph--a Polaroid, by the look of it.

"Well, I-I couldn't actually get the flower itself, but I took a picture. Leave only footprints, and shit like that, y'know?" She held out the photograph for him to see.

How very tempting an offer from a dirty little thing dripping with lust.  The disgust came nowhere near to touching his expression, which remained the picture of polite, intrigued serenity.  That would hardly be an acceptable response, and in fairness, he did want to see the flower.

"I certainly can’t say no to an offer like that," he replied with pleasant surprise. 

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The crystal's glow was much brighter than it had been for Ferdie, closer to a freshly-snapped glow stick than the minotaur's dying candle. The canine frowned, looking at his partner.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. We might call the Captain and ask, but--"

"Fuck that. He's not overly corrupt--the bull's fine, but I don't know about the human. Do we let them in?"

"Mm." The centaur approached them, keeping his spear on hand, and he squinted at Miguel, almost examining him.

He thought he might start shaking, he could feel the anxiety turn everything bitter and loud. 

Silently, he prayed.

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inquisi

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He visibly perked up at that. "You know minotaur?"

"Very true! I got better at carving and crafting cos, I practiced a lot!" she smiled, sitting on the floor so she could rummage through her pocket for some of the little nic nacs she carried.

"Hope I can find my whistles and rings, I lose them a lot when I hug my friend…He looks a little like you but, bigger and darker furred hehe"

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"Just stand. Brighter crystal glow, more corrupt you are. Watch." He gently removed Miguel's hand, stepping forward and holding his arms out to the sides so the canine guard could pass the crystal in front of him. It barely even flickered, and the guard nodded, turning to Miguel.

"Okay, human, your turn. Hold still, this won't hurt at all."

Miguel slid down Ferdie’s back, knees almost buckling when he hit the ground. He kept a hand on Ferdie, scared to let go of the only familiar thing here, even if he was rather unfamiliar. 

Miguel thought this would be fun, not some fucking moral dilemma sort of shit.

"What do I need to do?"

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He nodded. The hoop in his ear wiggled a bit as he did so, and he flicked his ear a little at the sensation.

"Takes practice sometimes." He grinned broadly. "More you practice, better you get."

Holding up her, much smaller, smoother hands…She gave a soft hum, a little conflicted between revealing her ability to form claws and, just feigning humanity for a little longer.

"That’s good, I have little hands so…I can’t pick some massive stuff up very well, but I’m very careful with little, delicate things"

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The centaur glanced at his partner--some sort of anthropomorphic canine, judging by the ears and muzzle--before turning his attention back to Ferdie. "You been to Tel'adre before, minotaur?"

"Couple times." He nodded back towards Miguel. "Friend hasn't. New to area. Like said, just need supplies, then on our way."

"Alright," the canine piped up. "Well, we need to check you both. Just to be safe." Then he pulled the white crystal, held in place by a leather string, from around his neck, holding it out.

Ferdie nodded, then turned to look over his shoulder at Miguel as he crouched a bit. "Down. Need to see if pure. Then we go in."

Miguel curled further into Ferdie’s back, pressing against him and hiding his face like a child. Fuck. This was sort of freaking him out, is this the part where they figured out if he was pure enough to get in? What if the guard saw his tainted soul and stabbed him? What if? What if?

Breathe.

Actually, it smelled like cow sweat. Don’t do that.