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A boy, most likely the same age as she was, stood there holding another bag of garbage. Like Opal (the real Opal), it was obvious that he hadn't hit puberty you with his softer than average facial features and the higher pitch of | A boy, most likely the same age as she was, stood there holding another bag of garbage. Like Opal (the real Opal), it was obvious that he hadn't hit puberty you with his softer than average facial features and the higher pitch of his voice. He had blonde hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes, and was dressed in a simple t-shirt, cargo shorts, and sneakers. | ||
Right now he was looking around in an | Right now he was looking around in an agitated manner, clearly a little frightened by what could be out this time of night that made the noise he heard. | ||
Deciding that the boy wasn't a threat at all, Opal slowly stalked out from cover, form kept low and eyes steady, ready to attack at a moment's notice. It didn't take long for the boy to notice her, and once he did he turned as pale as a sheet, clearly having expected it to be a stray dog or cat he heard, not some monstrous looking fusion between man and animal. Too terrified to cry for help, all he could do was slowly move backwards as Opal crept towards him. Luck, however, was not on his side as he stepped on a stray can and fell back, landing on his behind and dropping the bag. | Deciding that the boy wasn't a threat at all, Opal slowly stalked out from cover, form kept low and eyes steady, ready to attack at a moment's notice. It didn't take long for the boy to notice her, and once he did he turned as pale as a sheet, clearly having expected it to be a stray dog or cat he heard, not some monstrous looking fusion between man and animal. Too terrified to cry for help, all he could do was slowly move backwards as Opal crept towards him. Luck, however, was not on his side as he stepped on a stray can and fell back, landing on his behind and dropping the bag. | ||
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Then, she sniffed. | Then, she sniffed. | ||
Her attention shifted to the bag on the ground. The top having untwisted, a very sharp, piercing scent met her nose and made her | Her attention shifted to the bag on the ground. The top having untwisted, a very sharp, piercing scent met her nose and made her mouth start to water. The boy noticed the shift in attention, causing a light bulb to go off in his head. Hesitantly, he reached into the bag and procured one of the powerful smelling objects. | ||
Perhaps luck was on his side, as in the bag were oranges, Opal's favorite food, and a preference that carried over in her transformation. Seeing her eyes trained on the day old fruit, he gently tossed it forward, watching bounce and roll towards the strange looking creature before him. Reaching out with one hand Opal grabbed the fruit, sniffed at it, then eagerly took a large bite from it as the boy watched in fascination. | Perhaps luck was on his side, as in the bag were oranges, Opal's favorite food, and a preference that carried over in her transformation. Seeing her eyes trained on the day old fruit, he gently tossed it forward, watching bounce and roll towards the strange looking creature before him. Reaching out with one hand Opal grabbed the fruit, sniffed at it, then eagerly took a large bite from it as the boy watched in fascination. | ||
Latest revision as of 02:14, 3 June 2020
A boy, most likely the same age as she was, stood there holding another bag of garbage. Like Opal (the real Opal), it was obvious that he hadn't hit puberty you with his softer than average facial features and the higher pitch of his voice. He had blonde hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes, and was dressed in a simple t-shirt, cargo shorts, and sneakers.
Right now he was looking around in an agitated manner, clearly a little frightened by what could be out this time of night that made the noise he heard.
Deciding that the boy wasn't a threat at all, Opal slowly stalked out from cover, form kept low and eyes steady, ready to attack at a moment's notice. It didn't take long for the boy to notice her, and once he did he turned as pale as a sheet, clearly having expected it to be a stray dog or cat he heard, not some monstrous looking fusion between man and animal. Too terrified to cry for help, all he could do was slowly move backwards as Opal crept towards him. Luck, however, was not on his side as he stepped on a stray can and fell back, landing on his behind and dropping the bag.
Opal paused.
Then, she sniffed.
Her attention shifted to the bag on the ground. The top having untwisted, a very sharp, piercing scent met her nose and made her mouth start to water. The boy noticed the shift in attention, causing a light bulb to go off in his head. Hesitantly, he reached into the bag and procured one of the powerful smelling objects.
Perhaps luck was on his side, as in the bag were oranges, Opal's favorite food, and a preference that carried over in her transformation. Seeing her eyes trained on the day old fruit, he gently tossed it forward, watching bounce and roll towards the strange looking creature before him. Reaching out with one hand Opal grabbed the fruit, sniffed at it, then eagerly took a large bite from it as the boy watched in fascination.
"I guess you like oranges."
She glanced up at him, the piercing red-orange gaze freezing him to the spot. Fearing what would happen if he broke eye contact he didn't dare look away as he fished two more oranges from the bag and tossed them to her. They didn't roll as far, so Opal moved forward a bit and grabbed them before settling back on her haunches once again as she ate. Now getting a better look at the creature in front of him, the boy took note of the humanoid shape, blushing as he looked down and noticed nothing between it's legs, confirming it was female.
The silence, broken only by the sound of Opal eating, having now become slightly awkward and fear starting to leave his body, the boy decided to speak up, even knowing she might not understand him.
"Um, m-my name's Adam."
Opal looked back to him again, but this time her eyes were far less intense. She didn't have anything to fear from this "Adam," he had given her food and hadn't called for help. With a sniff, she also became aware of the scent of hormones coming from him. Despite his young age, seeing between her legs, even if she wasn't fully human, had stirred a slight response from the more primal parts of his brain. This in turn caused a stirring sensation to begin in her own lower regions. The real Opal would've had no idea what was the feeling meant, but now with animal instincts much more prominent, the message was crystal clear.
She'd found a potential mate.
What does she do next?