User:Dromlexer/Scrapbook/asdf

Probably the most furry thing ever I had written, but who cares? You probably do, but I don't care about you minding or caring.

Kaosky found himself suspended in blackness, a bubble of void, but also speckled with dots of distant stars and streaks of breathtakingly striking colours made by warm gas. Far, far out from reach. His arms splayed out, stretching them so far he can reach the void with them. He felt freedom. Crouching into a fetus position as the more he relaxed. But his face felt tickling, and it worsened.

A singing voice begun to echo around him, but mostly from front, a white dot widened, pushing away the now darkening void. Another figure, of same kin as Kaosky's, hung upside down in front of Kaosky. He instantly recognized her, and her little smug smile she always used to greet Kaosky every awakening. It was her lover, Yljes, and she was holding a brush of long hair, wiping on Kaosky's face another time.

Let off my braid! Kaosky snarled at her tiredly and swatted off her hand with one arm. Kaosky's braid trailed off in a straightening motion until it tugged into a stop, off the back of Kaosky's neck and head. In recoil to Kaosky's sudden retaliation, the female giggled and hunched back on him. Connecting both noses with a boop - a kiss. With baited breath and then a soft sigh, Kaosky reeled back in his braid and anchored it over his abdomen with one of his hands. Yljest stared on, still hanging in same fashion as before albeit farther away from Kaosky than before. Giving him room to unbuckle himself from his own sleeping pod, though he didn't feel like to do so.

Glad to see you awake, murmured Kaosky. Likewise, Yljest tilted her head on him. One of her short braids drifted in front of her, in her view, with one lazy motion she pushed it back behind her.

Kaosky had almost full view of Yljest from his own sleeping sack. She was strikingly beautiful as ever, he thought, she was donned in a tight parka-like suit with an almost stream-lined shape. Designed for life and work in micro-gravity environment, made to compress the body, provide both atmospheric and temperature insulation, and combat a long-sworn worst enemy of long-term life in space; atrophy. Kaosky was not wearing none, he found them to be cumbersome to fit in his own sleeping bag.