Untouched

Misael could feel the man's analytic gaze sweeping down his body almost as if compartmentalizing every word that spit from his mouth. Misael found himself in a rather unusual state of carelessness, guard dropping, his muscles fell back into a state of relaxation and quite frankly, not one fuck was given. It was rare for Misael to find himself in such a mood and he allowed his mind to pause from its endless scrambles letting the fuck-it attitude take over. The bay pegasus spoke of an apology that Misael found rather unnecessary, he smelt weird but Misael only commented because it confused him horned. The metallic lacing in the stranger's brown furs was just not something he had ever quite come across--well expect for the man he once met that had an entire wing made with metals and steels in some kind of steampunk look. Perhaps he was another man of such metallic breed. Misael shrugged of the thought, always curious. His lips were far too quick to spill out his thoughts before his brain could stop him. Just like the cat, Misael's curiosity will kill him. "Unaware? Never occurred to yourself to oh, I don't know...take a whiff? Have you ever been with a lady? Or a lad if that's your preference?" The painted replied, a clear comicalness in his voice, it seemed the water had done more then flush away the dusts, he could feel his spirts rise as his body became refreshed. Wading through the water the striped let the water carry away all of his impurities as he made it his way out of the heated pool. As he rose upon the water’s edge the sun caught his newly clean pelt, his true luxurious luster gleaming in the rays. His wound had almost fully healed and the stud felt like a new man, azures and golds screaming to be noticed. He was beautiful and he loved it. He was aging like the finest of wines, a true richness. The dot upon the winged’s face had drawn Misael’s interest earlier and when the blue changed yellow and then changed back, his head tilted to the side, ”Your brow if you don’t mind my prodding, what is that supposed to signify?” He hadn’t ever seen such a device, mood stones had been worn around necks and charms but drilled into the face? That was definitely new. Misael had seen plenty of creatures over his years so the strange blinking dot didn’t quite phase him but did make him ponder who this man was. Connor ”Well if not, what are you here for? He asked then, golden gaze like burning embers upon the chocolate colored man. Carefully watching the dot upon his brow, he obviously was not a rifitan native so it seemed. He had to be of foreign dimensions Misael wondered if he meant to come here or like Misael, had no choice. OCC: so sorry for the late reply I was on vacay! <3 @Connor Misael