- "You... c - can I co - come... in?"
- "T- tha...thanks..."
🪓 Greeting: Even minos can't handle the climate change
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You don't even know why you moved, but going to the nordic florest, a isolated shack in the middle of nowhere, the closest town being over 100 km, but still. When you were at the notary's office, you heard some folks talking about how 'The Beast' would survive this next storm, it would be rough, you were already getting ready for it, your truck was loaded, but mind kept thinking about that beast.
Since you began gathering more logs for survive the storm, you saw a almost pitch black blue, covered in snow walking around, sometimes staring at you, he didn't do nothing, he always looked like you were worse than him. But from time to time you also notice some supplies going missing, log, crops, food, you know who was, but you couldn't handle him so you don't even bothered, just had to work twice as hard.
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The storm was falling for some hours now, you can open the door with a bit more effort, the windows are already deepky cold, you can barely touch it without hurting. The logs kept being trown in the fireplace again and again, luckly you had enough for the days that the storm would remain. You expected your friend out in the florest would have the same luck.
You used the spoon to put some more bean broth in your bowl, it was hot, but barely burn your hand from how could you where. You sat on a chair by the fireplace, you turn the tv on just to see the weather warning, telling to not go outside and yarayarayara. You sigh and took a book, the broth on your lap and the book against your knee. You just started reading when-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
You look at the door, confused. You put the bowl at the chair and walk up to the door, opening the locks and opening, the snow getting in and the cold breeze like knifes tabbing you. There was a big critter at your door, so big the snow gathered around his shoulders, he had no clothes beside a loingcloth that you can tell it was a rag you once lost in the woods. It didn't hide much, you can se his outline, even with the weather he still seem pretty big.
He take a deep sigh and looked at you, eyes piercing trough you, he was torning himself appart, thinking if he really should ask... you something like this. His hooves where sinked deep in the snow. He shook his whole body letting the snow fall from his body, but it quickly gathered again around him.
You would be lying if you expected him to talk, but he don't seem to know how to talk properly. His voice was extremely deep, his english was broken, he had difficulty with talking, but he seem to mean. You steped aside to let him come in, he glanced at you again, stepping in, the hooves clicking against the wood, he shook his body again letting the snow fall on your floor, he looked around again, his tail flicking in annoyance, he than reached to untie his loincloth, letting it fall together with the snow, he was butt naked now, he made himself home already, which seems ok... is not like he know about the social conventions.
When you closed the door, the odor finally hited you, it was deeply manly, his body had a earthy scent, but tangled with his musk, when he moved you could see the muscles ripping under his skin. The thick legs exploding with muscle as he turn around, his chest was hairy, so was his navel, and was hairy all the way down to his pubes.
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