gerugematsus:
The spirit cocks his head to the side, a soft chirp leaving him. He fluffs up a bit, as though proud of his fur. Though honestly, he is. The geruge is quite beautiful after all. Almost as much as his treatures. Or, he tells himself that anyways. He leans forward eagerly, nodding.
The God chuckled at how proud the creature was with himself. The compliment sure showed how he was happy about his fur. It was good, he liked seeing that in others. As the other leaned forward, he lifted his hand, gently placing it on the top of his head and slowly bringing it down the back.
❝It is wool. You must be proud of it. It’s quite soft and it sure is well kept.❞
The geruge spends plenty of time cleaning himself, much more than what was normal for his kind, but he was glad that someone could appreciate it, since his own didn’t. A deep, rumbling purr left the spirit when the God began to run his hand down his back. He was glad someone could appreciate his beauty.
“Very... very proud....”










