CoM Sneak Peek - Dandelion

A little sneak peek on the CoM human prologue, where you get to interact with Dandelion, a potential RO in the future. Dandelion is a lion-kindred. The Kindred are a bestial magical race that comes from the same realm as the Giants and the Duwende. They are what humans would describe to be a mix between a human and a beast.
Regarding Dandelion's race, I might give the player the option to choose between human and Kindred. I'll make a poll for that later ^^

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Male Dandelion version

Sitting next to you, on the wooden chair your mom usually sat during your worst nights, was your so called stepbrother—Dandelion, or Dandy as he asked you to call him—if he could even be considered that when your mom and "stepfather" weren't even in love with each other.

He was just like his father, aside from the pale beige fur covering his body, the cat ears and the facial and body features typical of a lion-kindred. He was taller than most boys of his age, a mane of red fur adorned his head and face that had yet to lose its chubby shape. His eyes didn't shine like two copper coins loaded with malice, they were of the color green, one of the strongest colors in nature—it is known for igniting the new season after the passing of wintry days, and in that his eyes were born strong, the green hue reminding you of sunshine and floral blooms.

He reached for the water basin that was sitting on top of the nightstand, it was filled with cold clean water and a thick white cloth that your mom used to bring your fever down. His skin, particularly his cheeks and ears, were slightly flushed as he wrung most of the water from the cloth and gently placed it on your forehead. It wasn't easy to see through the thick fur covering his face but the short strands of hair were so pale—almost devoid of color—that the faint red blush was able to peek through.

The action surprised you a little, not that the boy was ever mean to you, on the contrary. Even though his father hated your guts he never showed any signs that he agreed with Jules' low opinion of you—or the boy was just too quiet and emotionless for you to notice if he did. You didn't even know he was there, but it shouldn't have surprised you. The boy visited his father every month, staying at the inn for only a week before returning home to his mother, the baroness, or as the people of the city call her, the lioness of Crestfall.

"D-Dandy?" Your voice sounded weaker than you expected, you were supposed to be getting better, mom's words. The intense pain on your chest felt more like a dull throbbing now.

He looked at you, seemingly even more surprised that you were speaking, thin slits dilating in the darkness until all the green seemed to disappear from his eyes. His fingers were fidgeting with the sleeves of his deep-red cotton shirt. "You shouldn't try to speak, ${name}, I heard your mom saying you are still pretty sick." The door down the hallway banged shut, making both of you jump. The shouts became muffled as if spoken behind a thick stone wall.

"They're fighting again, all they do is fight when I come over." Dandy whispered, as if afraid that they could hear him. You had half a mind to comment that they always fought, that his presence was just an added factor, but in the end you were too weak to even open your mouth. "I still don't know why mom still bothers making me stay here every month, it's not like father will just magically become the dad I knew. She said that he was a good man once, and that me being here might help him see that." At the end the boy's voice was nothing but a gentle whisper.

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Female Dandelion version

Sitting next to you, on the wooden chair your mom usually sat during your worst nights, was your so called stepsister—Dandelion, or Dandie as she asked you to call her—if she could even be considered that when your mom and "stepfather" weren't even in love with each other.

She was just like her father, aside from the pale beige fur covering his body, the cat ears and the facial and body features typical of a lion-kindred. She was taller than most girls of her age, a mane of red fur adorned her head and face that had yet to lose its chubby shape. Her eyes didn't shine like two copper coins loaded with malice, they were of the color green, one of the strongest colors in nature—it is known for igniting the new season after the passing of wintry days, and in that her eyes were born strong, the green hue reminding you of sunshine and floral blooms.

She reached for the water basin that was sitting on top of the nightstand, it was filled with cold clean water and a thick white cloth that your mom used to bring your fever down. Her skin, particularly her cheeks and ears, were slightly flushed as she wrung most of the water from the cloth and gently placed it on your forehead. It wasn't easy to see through the thick fur covering her face but the short strands of hair were so pale—almost devoid of color—that the faint red blush was able to peek through.

The action surprised you a little, not that the girl was ever mean to you, on the contrary. Even though her father hated your guts she never showed any signs that she agreed with Jules' low opinion of you—or the girl was just too quiet and emotionless for you to notice if she did. You didn't even know she was there, but it shouldn't have surprised you. The girl visited her father every month, staying at the inn for only a week before returning home to her mother, the baroness, or as the people of the city call her, the lioness of Crestfall.

"D-Dandie?" Your voice sounded weaker than you expected, you were supposed to be getting better, mom's words. The intense pain on your chest felt more like a dull throbbing now.

She looked at you, seemingly even more surprised that you were speaking, thin slits dilating in the darkness until all the green seemed to disappear from her eyes. Her fingers were fidgeting with the sleeves of her deep-red cotton shirt. "You shouldn't try to speak, ${name}, I heard your mom saying you are still pretty sick." The door down the hallway banged shut, making both of you jump. The shouts became muffled as if spoken behind a thick stone wall.

"They're fighting again, all they do is fight when I come over." Dandie whispered, as if afraid that they could hear her. You had half a mind to comment that they always fought, that her presence was just an added factor, but in the end you were too weak to even open your mouth. "I still don't know why mom still bothers making me stay here every month, it's not like father will just magically become the dad I knew. She said that he was a good man once, and that me being here might help him see that." At the end the girl's voice was nothing but a gentle whisper.