#ak silverash

Some scrungly Silverashes.

I wasn't a big fan of the character because he's such a calculated white-haired pretty boy with perfect fluffy animal motif, but after the Kjerag event it occurred to me that he's rather a calculating pretty boy. A nasty man. I like to imagine him unhinged as ever.

There's so many Feline Operators in Rhodes Island that would love to stake claim on you.

And not in the sexual way, they would rather have their scent etched onto your being whether you were part of the Feline race or not. You are the Doctor after all. Despite the contracts putting you at a respectable distance, they can't help but break that contract sometimes (especially when the likes of Gravel seem to pay no heed to the contract).

Like imagine SilverAsh, your first guy, the one who eagerly awaited your awakening only to be disappointed at the fact that you don't remember him. But that doesn't deter the CEO. He pulls you to the side after a mission briefing, slowly peeling off your hood and jacket as your shoulders were exposed. He'd rather not crumple the jacket as he respects your position but he'll only give you a soft little smirk before rubbing his scent onto you. Enciodas's ears were right there, flattened and almost begging to be felt so you acted accordingly. The purr that soon followed was music to your ears as Enciodas continued to scent you. His white hair tickled the side of your neck as he pushes you gently against the table. As you continued to rub his ears, you gelt his sandpaper-y tongue lick a small patch of skin before kissing the area softly.

"Keep this scent to yourself, my friend." He chuckled, his tail swooshing from side to side. "Unless, you want to ask for more soon?"

Also coming along the idea of Phantom being too shy to scent you because he clearly has his life cut short with his Oripathy. Why would he ever want to have you smell like a man waiting for Death to come knocking at his door? Believe it or not, it was Ms. Christine who quickly turned Phantom's head around and like hell would Phantom want you to smell like any other feline. He'd be too shy to even lick you, opting to rub his face against your clothes because he feels as though he doesn't deserve to touch your skin. After all, you were always wearing this thick jacket, it would carry out his scent for a while. The only brave thing that he would do is lay a soft kiss on the junction of your neck and shoulder as his tail swooshed happily behind him.

"I do not deserve your kindness, Doctor. But for a moment like this... I shall make an exception."

Anthony Simon, or Mountain as his codename, doesn't even need to do much to scent you. Man's hulking and hairy enough as it is to just scent you with just his arm. But that wouldn't be fair to you, he thinks. After all, it was through your company that made him a free man (but a convict on the run unfortunately) so he should at least show his appreciation for your help, right? With you situated on his lap and practically one arm keeping you from falling, he bends down to lick a long, sandpaper-y strip of your skin before rubbing his muzzle into your neck. His whiskers and fur tickled you as you let out soft giggles before feeling his ears up.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay here, Doctor." He would say before licking another strip on the other side of your neck. "And thank you for allowing me to do this.

Operator Blaze is still someone you have a hard time catching up to because she just burns so brightly and quickly. Not even alluding to her arts, she would always come and go and light up the room with her infectious energy that sometimes you just get overwhelmed with the energy. That same energy goes when she's scenting you also. While not common for female Felines to scent, she would still pin you against a flat surface as she rubs her face on your neck. Her body temperature was always abnormally high because of her arts but this time it was near boiling as she hummed at the feeling of your skin before letting out small kitten licks in an area of your neck. Not letting up, she continues to make licks, even going so far as to tug the collar of your shirt down to scent your collarbone.