Bish, bash, bosh.

Cuddle my muse, mess with their hair, give them food, do whatever fluffy thing you can image and see how they react!

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. )

With a towel slung around his shoulder, he strutted toward the springs. “Huh? Whuzzat?” questioned the Bristled Bruiser when he heard a faint rustling in the bushes. It couldnt’ve been a squirrel or a bird, it was too loud for that. With a fair bit of caution, he walked over to the bushes and bent over to better see the perpetrator- and he did. “Wha’s that, mate? Why’re you lyin’ in the bushes? If you ‘ad a bit too much ta drink, there’s a tavern nearby with decent rates. Ge’ out of there before you step in dog shit.”

He leapt to his feet, arm outstreched to Purge his apparent assailant… until he started to blather on about alcohol. The curse died on his tongue, and he let his arm fall to his side. “Most regrettably, I would likely clear out your feeble surface public houses before they could get me drunk. Demonic drinks have so much more of a kick to them!” Shadow Demon snorted derisively, dropping his towel and pulling on his loincloth. He couldn’t resist, even briefly, showing off his far taller and slightly more muscular body to the shorter Bristleback. “Perhaps you would like to try one sometime? To see how it compares?”

"Not sayin' you need to drink more, just that ye need to sleep i' off. However, your offer of a drink stronger than any I'd ever drunk does seem appealing." he replied. His eyes wandered down at the rest of Shadow Demon's body, his black, muscular flesh with its defined muscles and toned abs, before the man looked back up at the other's face. "...Among other thin's. But I know you demons never offer somethin' without wantin' anything in return, and tha's never a good thing. However, you've already piqued me interest. What do ye want?"

With a towel slung around his shoulder, he strutted toward the springs. "Huh? Whuzzat?" questioned the Bristled Bruiser when he heard a faint rustling in the bushes. It couldnt've been a squirrel or a bird, it was too loud for that. With a fair bit of caution, he walked over to the bushes and bent over to better see the perpetrator- and he did. "Wha's that, mate? Why're you lyin' in the bushes? If you 'ad a bit too much ta drink, there's a tavern nearby with decent rates. Ge' out of there before you step in dog shit."

The Earthshaker had to put his hand above his eyes to block the sunlight, seeing Rigwarl greet him wasn’t bad either. “Ah, Rigwarl, come to take a bath on a nice day? I sure could use another one, heh.” He said as his hooves were hanging in the water, wondering what the Bristleback’s next course of actions would be.

With a fair bit of caution, Rigwarl strutted over and sat down next to Raigor before laying the side of his head on his shoulder. "Yeah, you definitely need another bath- you're all sweaty and smelly." he joked. He stood up, wiggled off his loincloth and jumped in the water. "Come on in! The wa'er's fine!"

Rigwarl wiggled and rolled around on the floor before getting on all fours. He hacked and coughed his lungs out until a large chicken bone popped out of his throat and collapsed soon after. "Thanks fer yer concern, mate. Who are you?"