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A youth sitting on a bench, his backpack sitting next to him. He was a reader, and from the movement of his ears, one could tell he was very involved in his tome. His ginger tabby fur shone out in the last few hours of daylight. There was a slight wind that would ruffle his mid-length hair back and forth, though he was dressed for the warm bluster, donning a red T-shirt and green vest over it. His tail would whip back and forth when he got to any particularly exciting part of the novel.

A woman walked past this lone boy on a park bench... and her scent waved over him, he was immediately entranced, and began to follow her with his eyes. She walked slowly, a plain brown hoodie and black long shirt. The hem trailed on the ground so he couldn't even glimpse her feet. But something about her grasped him; Swaying curves, clothes loose that she seemed to blow with the wind, or maybe just that magical scent making his head swim. He took hold of his pack, and began to follow her, already a few yards from his bench, a book at the end of it, instantly forgotten.

All he could do was follow her, down twists and turning roads, there may have been others on the side walks, but he couldn't have noticed. Her steps were too majestic for him to take his eyes from her swaying hips. He kept following her, down more remote roads, the houses got more and more spaced out, everyone had large yards with trees and hedges, the beauty of the world was around him, and he saw none of it. He barely took note of when daylight gave way to the dusk, and only vaguely aware that the paws of his feet had become a bit sore. But soon she stopped and looked at a home, and it was like her amazing scent doubled in his head. She went the gate and put her hand on the intricate iron gate.

The boy had followed the mysterious woman too far. He wasn't sure how to get home, only that it was becoming cold enough that his fur didn't keep out the chill. The woman paused in front of the gate of the home she had approached and put her hood down. The draconian looked to have some feline in her, long pointed ears that draped back behind her had fur tufts both in and at the tips of them. Her blue hair cascaded down out of the hood and contrasted brightly with her dark forest scaling. She smiled, fangy and as inviting as it was warning. She stepped through her gate, and left it open. He felt guilty, he now realized she had known all along she knew he was following... Maybe even took long routes to confuse him... He should turn back... "I ought to turn back..." This is a trap... I shouldn't be here.... All the things going through his mind as he stepped over the threshold of her home, the door closing behind him with a 'snick'... Only to have a half scaled half furred beauty stripping off her traveling clothes and being free of cloth before him... "Umm.. Hi." was all he could manage.

To Be Continued.

Description
A youth sitting on a bench, his backpack sitting next to him. He was a reader, and from the movement of his ears, one could tell he was very involved in his tome. His ginger tabby fur shone out in the last few hours of daylight. There was a slight wind that would ruffle his mid-length hair back and forth, though he was dressed for the warm bluster, donning a red T-shirt and green vest over it. His tail would whip back and forth when he got to any particularly exciting part of the novel.

A woman walked past this lone boy on a park bench... and her scent waved over him, he was immediately entranced, and began to follow her with his eyes. She walked slowly, a plain brown hoodie and black long shirt. The hem trailed on the ground so he couldn't even glimpse her feet. But something about her grasped him; Swaying curves, clothes loose that she seemed to blow with the wind, or maybe just that magical scent making his head swim. He took hold of his pack, and began to follow her, already a few yards from his bench, a book at the end of it, instantly forgotten.

All he could do was follow her, down twists and turning roads, there may have been others on the side walks, but he couldn't have noticed. Her steps were too majestic for him to take his eyes from her swaying hips. He kept following her, down more remote roads, the houses got more and more spaced out, everyone had large yards with trees and hedges, the beauty of the world was around him, and he saw none of it. He barely took note of when daylight gave way to the dusk, and only vaguely aware that the paws of his feet had become a bit sore. But soon she stopped and looked at a home, and it was like her amazing scent doubled in his head. She went the gate and put her hand on the intricate iron gate.

The boy had followed the mysterious woman too far. He wasn't sure how to get home, only that it was becoming cold enough that his fur didn't keep out the chill. The woman paused in front of the gate of the home she had approached and put her hood down. The draconian looked to have some feline in her, long pointed ears that draped back behind her had fur tufts both in and at the tips of them. Her blue hair cascaded down out of the hood and contrasted brightly with her dark forest scaling. She smiled, fangy and as inviting as it was warning. She stepped through her gate, and left it open. He felt guilty, he now realized she had known all along she knew he was following... Maybe even took long routes to confuse him... He should turn back... "I ought to turn back..." This is a trap... I shouldn't be here.... All the things going through his mind as he stepped over the threshold of her home, the door closing behind him with a 'snick'... Only to have a half scaled half furred beauty stripping off her traveling clothes and being free of cloth before him... "Umm.. Hi." was all he could manage.

To Be Continued.