𝐉𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦

𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌃𐌄ᕓ𐌉𐌋 𐌀𐌍𐌵𐌁𐌉𐌔

The god would raise a brow before slowly dropping to a knee, slowly bringing the doctor back to his feet. " As much as I find it flattering, this is not the place to dirty ourselves. Point us to a spring or someplace cleaner. "

Two figures clad in loincloth, the natural reaction becomes curiosity. However, he will first get this timid lizard to warm up to him first. " Jalam. God of Life and Death and all matters pertaining to the balance. If you meet a cheerful sun god, do not tell him of our meeting."

" Relax... I won't eat you. You speak as if you expect me to pounce upon you. " Another sturdy squeeze on his shoulder. " Catch me at a different time of day and I'll 'devour' you though, witch doctor. Or perhaps I can teach you how to grow a backbone. "

" A companion such as... perhaps a baboon or something that can reach those lower areas would do you some good. Not to mention you are ill equipped. " He raises a hand only to place it on his shoulder. " Adorable. What's your name... "

And just like that, he uses a low rank water spell to wash the mud away. A concentrated blast of water later and he hands the mask back. " How did you get your precious mask dirty? "

Hand it over. He knows a neat little party trick.

He likes to run his mouth and quip so much... How about this? *POMF* Deity ass planted right atop that wet snout. Face completely eclipsed... He's going to ignore that scruffy face scratching his inner walls a bit.

Indeed. A very good look. Definitely would look better-- no. It's nothing.

Keep it like that.

"Ugh. Cease your cockiness." He rolls his eyes before reaching down to grab the length. His amethyst eyes slowly widen, as he realizes it is in fact, very, very endowed. Is this possible for a mortal...?

The jackal slowly pulled down more and more. All he can see is the long shaft with no head in sight. "You're this lanky, yet you appear to have quite the endowment.." He looks at Wendell with a raised brow.

He's hooking his slender digits into Wendell's waistband, already starting to slightly tug down to reveal-- "You don't wear any underwear? That's utterly foolish." And somewhat enticing.

"More than see it, you oaf. I can practically see every detail from the veins to the rather engorged tip." He looks at Wendell, crossing his arms. "Perhaps a different 'hunt' is in order."

"Do you not look down only to realize that your natural size makes pants a pointless endeavor?" He almost pokes a nail into Wendell's bulge. "I practically can see the entire outline..."

Jalam would look back as if he heard the world's biggest idiot speak-- with Wendell it might not be far from a truth unspoken. "Might as well go without pants and nothing would change." Surely the mountaineer isn't that literal... right?

"... Why would I willingly let myself get dirty?" He questions the other, but his eyes are now distracted by... the lanky individual with shorts a moment away from a wardrobe malfunction. "Do you not have the means to invest in better-fitted pants? Especially when you 'hunt'?"

... "Hunting. You will have to do most of the chasing. I refuse to get dirty when I just bathed recently." Those pants Wendell wears definitely seems... ill-equipped. Shorts with... a very obvious bulge.