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((OOC: Bulli casual one-shot not-really-canon but also not-really-ToC thing for Tiffanian. Spoilers: these times will probably be neither happy nor fun for the goblin. I'll try to tag my posts accordingly but smut scenes may include ryona and other such unseemly things, so probably avoid reading it if you're not into that.))
It was another bright and beautiful day in the Pfthirian jungle. Or at least a specific fluffy-tailed man believed so. A long bout of rain had finally passed and the sun now reigned over the sky, shining through the small cracks in the otherwise shadowy canopy overhead. This more pleasant weather had in turn prompted Eztli to go on a stroll through the wilds seeking a temporary cure for his ever-present boredom and hunger. To say he looked out of place walking along one of the location's many dirt paths was an understatement. A wiry, pale, dark-haired man who would be mistaken for human if not for his fox-like ears and tail wandering one of the most dangerous locales on Donevrion armed only with semi-formal attire and a carefree expression would almost certainly appear suicidal to anyone with even a child's understanding of the jungle.
And yet he did as he so often had before, guided by his ears and deceptively powerful nose. As he walked at a leisurely pace, Eztli searched the air for scents and sounds that he believed might entertain him, sate him, or both. Not far to the west he could hear the clash of predator vs prey and smell the blood in the air as each fought for survival. He mentally marked the direction off as uninteresting; it sounded like a conflict between mindless beasts and didn't seem fun at all. To the south he detected a hint of something foul, which he guessed was a concentration of miasma. Mundane noxious gasses wouldn't pose much of a risk to him, but it was also highly unlikely that there was anyone sentient in that direction so there wasn't really a point in investigating. To the north, however, he picked up a lone human fragrance and, with all his other options seeming uninteresting, he initially decided to head off in that direction to see who he might find. Yet before he made significant headway toward his target, something more interesting made its way to his sensitive nostrils coming from the east. It was the distinctive scent of a female goblin.
This naturally piqued Eztli's interest. This was not a location known for its goblin population, after all. It was too far from any known remaining night elf demon cults and any form of demonic civilization. And even in places where goblins were common, females were rarely seen far from a tribe's holdings. Perhaps she had been summoned? Or perhaps there was a hidden tribe nearby? The fluffy-tailed wanderer simply had to know, and what better way than to ask the goblin directly? As such, he shelved the matter of the human for now and quickened his pace as he began moving in the direction of the goblin, intending to find her and make his presence known with very little subtlety. He couldn't help but feel more eager knowing that he would soon have the entertainment he craved.
It was another bright and beautiful day in the Pfthirian jungle. Or at least a specific fluffy-tailed man believed so. A long bout of rain had finally passed and the sun now reigned over the sky, shining through the small cracks in the otherwise shadowy canopy overhead. This more pleasant weather had in turn prompted Eztli to go on a stroll through the wilds seeking a temporary cure for his ever-present boredom and hunger. To say he looked out of place walking along one of the location's many dirt paths was an understatement. A wiry, pale, dark-haired man who would be mistaken for human if not for his fox-like ears and tail wandering one of the most dangerous locales on Donevrion armed only with semi-formal attire and a carefree expression would almost certainly appear suicidal to anyone with even a child's understanding of the jungle.
And yet he did as he so often had before, guided by his ears and deceptively powerful nose. As he walked at a leisurely pace, Eztli searched the air for scents and sounds that he believed might entertain him, sate him, or both. Not far to the west he could hear the clash of predator vs prey and smell the blood in the air as each fought for survival. He mentally marked the direction off as uninteresting; it sounded like a conflict between mindless beasts and didn't seem fun at all. To the south he detected a hint of something foul, which he guessed was a concentration of miasma. Mundane noxious gasses wouldn't pose much of a risk to him, but it was also highly unlikely that there was anyone sentient in that direction so there wasn't really a point in investigating. To the north, however, he picked up a lone human fragrance and, with all his other options seeming uninteresting, he initially decided to head off in that direction to see who he might find. Yet before he made significant headway toward his target, something more interesting made its way to his sensitive nostrils coming from the east. It was the distinctive scent of a female goblin.
This naturally piqued Eztli's interest. This was not a location known for its goblin population, after all. It was too far from any known remaining night elf demon cults and any form of demonic civilization. And even in places where goblins were common, females were rarely seen far from a tribe's holdings. Perhaps she had been summoned? Or perhaps there was a hidden tribe nearby? The fluffy-tailed wanderer simply had to know, and what better way than to ask the goblin directly? As such, he shelved the matter of the human for now and quickened his pace as he began moving in the direction of the goblin, intending to find her and make his presence known with very little subtlety. He couldn't help but feel more eager knowing that he would soon have the entertainment he craved.