Aussie_Wolf
Prowling for hugs
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Jason had just arrived back from work and was looking forward to some lunch. He had showered and changed into some jeans and an old comfortable T-Shirt. Following Cornflower's advice he had visited a couple of farms around the area and had secured a few items. A sack of hand ground flour, a crate of non pasteurized milk and two jars of pure honey from a local beekeeper who did everything naturally. He had promised work in return and would be busy for the next fortnight, but it was worth it.
Now he was just sitting down to lunch and there was a knock. Grumbling he went to open it. As he got closer though he could sense the power of the person behind it. He immediately activated every protection charm in his house and the three on his person and then calmly opened the door.
He looked at the woman standing outside. She looked Native American, a very beautiful Native American woman in her late Twenties perhaps with beautiful straight black hair, dressed in jeans, a lumber jacket top, hiking boots a straw hat and carrying a large walking stick. The problem was Jason was sure that she was not what she seemed. A twenty year old would not have the power he felt oosing of her.
"Hello, can I help you?" He asked politely.
Now he was just sitting down to lunch and there was a knock. Grumbling he went to open it. As he got closer though he could sense the power of the person behind it. He immediately activated every protection charm in his house and the three on his person and then calmly opened the door.
He looked at the woman standing outside. She looked Native American, a very beautiful Native American woman in her late Twenties perhaps with beautiful straight black hair, dressed in jeans, a lumber jacket top, hiking boots a straw hat and carrying a large walking stick. The problem was Jason was sure that she was not what she seemed. A twenty year old would not have the power he felt oosing of her.
"Hello, can I help you?" He asked politely.