Fantasy RP The Isle of Myths (crow)

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The ship sails to the dock yard, waves lapping at the beach to what one would call a paradise. White pearly sand, plush, perfect greenery, and crystal clear waters, a cerulean sky. The young man that walked off the ship saw a small house, a a set of tents out. A fair skinned guy with dark brown hair, dressed in green scout shorts, a plaid shirt, and a hip holster carrying a small knife. He had a stubby beard and bright green eyes. On his shoulders was a backpack of his camping gear.
 
At the small house he could see smoke coming from a chimney. At the house a large minotaur female was working hard in a field, toiling away in a garden seh was building wearing a large sunhat and overalls that covered her nipples but not her large breasts that spilled out. SHe was covered in sweat and unaware there was someone else on the island now.
 
He reached out, his eyes looking uo to the tall Minotaur as he grasped her hand. "I'll talk to him...are you staff too?" He said tilting his head at her. Every bounce of her breasts making him notice slightly more. 'Guess she doesn't believe in a bra-' he thought
 
"I can build a shed easy, and uh- the electricity will take a minute " He said as she struggled, he crossed over her fence, moving to ti her side, he pulled out his knife digging around the weed and try to pry it. The dirt loosened up, the roots straining. "I'll need to dig up the right resources-:
 
Ian stood up right. "I'll see what I can do about that, but it might be where you are making your plot." He said with a chuckle as her pheromones leaked off her, her hyper feminine scent lightly pawing at his senses. But he was a human luckily, the effect not as powerful on him...somewhat. "I'll need some tools, I'll get to work." He said as he stepped away, starting to collect rocks and sticks casually.
 
Ian shrugs almost to himself as he reads the note and yseys it down. He knew it was always a bit of a hustle when Tom was ever involved. After he got into the swing of things, Lucy could see Ian in the distance, choosing down trees on his own and collecting the wood piles, and getting to work on constructing a shed. As the day got hotter, he took off his shirt and hung it in her fence, seeming to be locked on on his first task.
 

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