[Matoba Seiji would not call himself a lover of nature, but having grown up in the rural mountainsides, he was more than used to it. It was certainly far more a creature comfort than the opulence and manmade nature of the rest of the resort, and so somewhat reluctantly, he finds himself wandering the paths of the Vale one day.]
[The birdsong here was pleasant. There was a lack of trailing monsters, eying him as enemy or predator in the trees (comparatively). He finds his thoughts distractingly wanting to trail towards that subject lately- of being eyed as a piece of meat in a different sense than he is used to, of being ever more suspicious of all those who cast a glance at him.... but at least he's alone in them.]
[... Or, he was. He found himself a comfortable little gazebo tucked away at the end of a path, but before long, his thoughtful peace and quiet is interrupted by a lumbering, stinking presence he now finds himself exhaustingly familiar with.]
Hungry for more? [Maybe if he's annoying enough, he will go away immediately, and Matoba will not have to examine the strange, comforting serendipity in his presence.]
[action] Dumb cuddling nonsense
[The birdsong here was pleasant. There was a lack of trailing monsters, eying him as enemy or predator in the trees (comparatively). He finds his thoughts distractingly wanting to trail towards that subject lately- of being eyed as a piece of meat in a different sense than he is used to, of being ever more suspicious of all those who cast a glance at him.... but at least he's alone in them.]
[... Or, he was. He found himself a comfortable little gazebo tucked away at the end of a path, but before long, his thoughtful peace and quiet is interrupted by a lumbering, stinking presence he now finds himself exhaustingly familiar with.]
Hungry for more? [Maybe if he's annoying enough, he will go away immediately, and Matoba will not have to examine the strange, comforting serendipity in his presence.]