Bull huffs a quiet laugh. "A bit bigger," he admits. "They knew I'd be big... but they didn't imagine this."
His full size had been a surprise even to his tamassran. Bull wants to touch Dorian more than he is, but he knows he should draw the line here. For now, his had rests comfortably against Dorian's hip. Bull finds himself trying to guess what shape the little one's horns will take - they're only buds now, nearly hidden by a shock of white hair.
"What about you? A dainty child to the last?"
Not that there's much dainty about Dorian now. Sure, he's all the manners and refinement of his birthright, but Bull finds himself thinking of the strength of his thighs and legs, his back and arms. He shakes the thought off.
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His full size had been a surprise even to his tamassran. Bull wants to touch Dorian more than he is, but he knows he should draw the line here. For now, his had rests comfortably against Dorian's hip. Bull finds himself trying to guess what shape the little one's horns will take - they're only buds now, nearly hidden by a shock of white hair.
"What about you? A dainty child to the last?"
Not that there's much dainty about Dorian now. Sure, he's all the manners and refinement of his birthright, but Bull finds himself thinking of the strength of his thighs and legs, his back and arms. He shakes the thought off.