Talk:Shirohebi/@comment-27303410-20160401230419/@comment-30129218-20161003012109


 * Ewan is a young man with a natural dark tan and an athletic build. His hair is a rich brown, messy and just past the ears. His eyes are a bright lime green. He is also mute****

Ewan's eyes grow wide in shock at the sight of a snake-woman, but his compassion wins out and he nods and dashes towards her. He works quickly, using nimble fingers to remove the bindings, seals, and finally the talismen. He tosses each thing aside before taking her firmly by the hand and urging her to move. There doesn't appear to be anyone there yet, a tentative respite for now.

The Shirohebi complies and her tail glides fluidly over the concrete behind the lad. Despite the dire situation, she blushes as she becomes aware of the warmth and strength in his bandaged hand.

They finally make it out of that horrid place, but continue onward for at least a mile to be certain they won't be discovered by the cult.

Night falls, and Ewan makes a fire in the woods to keep the night chill at bay. He lets out a weary sigh, but remains dilligent. He rubs the back of his neck in a futile attempt to ease the tension. The Shirohebi slithers behind him and replaces his hands with her own. She works her delicate fingers over his neck and shoulders. He doesn't see the blush creeping up her pale face, but becomes aware of something soft and squishy pressing against his back. Then, he suddenly realizes her clothes are on the OTHER side of the fire.

Before Ewan has any time to react, the Shirohebi's tail coils lovingly around him.

A faint whisper, "My hero....My....husband..." caresses his ear before she claims him under the light of the moon.