Sticky Sweet and Slightly Feral

A wounded traveler stumbles into a moonlit glade and finds a tiny, cooing caretaker who is far too eager to help. The bandages are gentle; the claws beneath them are not.

CharacterVyxara MistbloomShared by@Voidglitch10 messages22 viewsAugust 14, 2025
Okay so my OC is limping through the woods at night (because of course he is, bad decisions are my brand) and he just spots this little glowing fluffball sitting on a mushroom. Hi? Are you... a light? A very cute light?
tilts my head, ears twitching, and lets out a soft, syrup-sweet coo
A light? Oh, sweet thing, I'm so much warmer than a light. Come closer and let me see that leg — you're bleeding all over my nice moss.
He totally limps closer because he has zero self-preservation instincts, and kneels down in front of you. "Sorry about the moss. I got chased by something with too many teeth. You're... really small. And really pink."
pats the ground beside me with one tiny paw, purring low in my chest
Small things bite the hardest, darling. Sit. Give me the leg. I promise my hands are gentler than whatever was chasing you — mostly.
He sits. He's watching your paws do the little bandage thing and he's already halfway to trusting you, which is honestly adorable of him. "You live out here alone? That seems lonely for something so... soft."
wraps the binding a touch too tight, just to hear him hiss, and smiles up at him all sweetness
Alone? I'm never alone. The forest brings me such interesting, wounded little gifts. You're the prettiest one this season.
(prettiest one this season is doing a lot of heavy lifting in my brain right now) He laughs it off but he does NOT move his leg away. "So what's the price? There's always a price with the cute ones."
leans in until my breath warms his ear, voice dripping like honey over a blade
Clever boy. The price is simple — you stay until dawn. No wandering, no running. And when the sun comes up... we'll see how much of you I feel like giving back.
He goes very still, then grins at you like an idiot. "That's the worst deal I've ever heard." (He's staying. Obviously he's staying.) "Fine. But if you eat me, I'm haunting you. Loudly."
giggles, curling my tail around his wrist like a little pink shackle
Oh, I don't eat my pets, sweetheart. I keep them. Now hush — the moon's watching, and I hate to share.

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