Chapter 2
Notes: Hey everyone I'm back! Time to meet the new OC who Saane is instantly smitten by, not that it takes much for her to be so with anyone.
(Saanes POV)
This guy…. This guy. Damn he was a hunk!
Looking down at him he had a slightly beefy but not quite fat face with thick black eyebrows, hazel eyes, a cleft in his chin, a huge black pompadour with the sides of his head shaved very short tow where a deep-rooted line on his right side. Not only that but this guy had a nose piercing as well as two small piercings on each ear! Even his neck I could see had something so badass it made him sexy as I leaned over him a little. He had what seemed to be a medium sized Red Dragon tattooed on the back of his neck that I think is supposed to be the Welsh Dragon.
Even without staring at this guy too long I already knew this hunk was not Japanese or Asian at all, he was Caucasian. Must be a foreigner who's looking to get in on all the Interspecies action. Can't say I blame him. Was he American though?
"Hey, I appreciate all the admiring and getting comfy, but would you mind getting off me please?"
Hearing that deep voiced heavily European accent immediately put that to rest. In fact, I'm pretty sure that was a Welsh accent.
Anyhow I obliged to what he was asked not without rising a particular way so he could see my chest hang low some before I moved off him and helped him up. Only then did I realize how much bigger this guy was than me! He was indeed a beefy and possibly muscular man if that moto jacket hugging his body was an indicator, the long sleeves of it being dotted with iron cross patches, one of which saying punk rock. And he towered over me a bit at 6,2 compared to my 5,6.
I could stare at this guy all day. His jacket had more patches on it including this one with a weird looking skull that said "Misfits" on it, a red capital A that I assume stood for anarchy and another one with a jackalope skull. Ooh boy, he'd better not be seen by a real one with that.
Moving my gaze lower, not something I wouldn't do anyway, his black tight jeans hugged his thick legs right down to his black combat boots.
I had never seen a guy this heavily dressed and badass before! Who was he? I broke out of my train of thought as this guy cleared his throat.
"Pardon me for running into you earlier Ms.….Who are you? I know for a fact it's not Goat Lady, so my apologies."
He was most definitely looking me up and down which got me all flustered, regardless of if he was just looking at my animal parts out of curiosity.
"Names Saane handsome. And if you're wondering what I am, I'm a satyr. A farmhand at Black Lilly Ranch and a girl with skilled hands if you know what I mean. Nice to meetcha!" I bowed, but I guess in his culture a handshake was a more common greeting, so I reached out my dexterous gloved hand. He smirked and returned the gesture with his pretty strong grip.
"Pleased to meet you too, the names Bryn Glasscock."
Glass….cock? Good looks, sweet fashion, well built and strong….and his last name is literally Glasscock. If I had a drink right now I'd be spitting it out.
But I couldn't contain the guffaw coming out of my mouth as I was now feeling a fit of joy and some elation at fate letting me encounter such a sexy guy on my day out! But then I saw this Bryn guy looking pretty miffed and annoyed with his arms crossed.
"You done?"
"Oh man yeah!" I wiped a tear from my eye. "Sorry it's just I've never heard of anybody named Glasscock before at any point before." No doubt there'd be some poor skeezes out there that gained that nicknamed out of shame.
"Well I've never seen a satyr before so the feelings mutual." He retorted wittily while gesturing to my body. "C'mon I just had lunch, and I got to head out before my shift later."
I had nothing better to do since I had what I needed, he helped me pick up the rest of my stuff and we were off walking though the rest of the mall chatting it up.
"So, tell me Bryn, where you from? You're not from round here and based on that badass tattoo and your accent, I assume you're Welsh? How does a Welsh guy like you end up all the way out here?"
I should've added that his accent was sexy, but oh well. He chuckled a little as he gazed at me.
"You're quite the talker aren't you Saane? Well you're right I'm from Wales I am, Llandudno in fact. And if you haven't noticed I am a punk, you see I worked as a stage hand and bouncer for punk rock bands, one of which hired me to come along for one of their gigs here in Japan. It was only supposed to be a few days, but I was so enthralled by this place and its culture I decided to give it a chance by living and working here. Now just a bouncer though working night shifts." Bryn explained that to me bluntly as he recollected. So, he was a bouncer? That explains what he does or gets with all that muscle.
We kept walking enjoying the ambience of the mall all the while some onlookers, including some liminals namely some orcs, a jiangshi and a scornful dragonnewt looked perplexed and wondered if we were part of the Exchange Program. I kept wondering about if I could get Bryns number, there was no way I was gonna let this fine piece go or else I'd never be able to get my hands on his –
"Hey, you alright? Your heads all in the clouds there Saane." My daydreaming was broken by Bryn who looked at me funny. Crap!
" Hehe yeah, hey let me ask you, do you at all care that I'm a satyr?
He seemed even more confused and even appalled that I suggested that.
"What? Are you serious? No I don't care that you're a satyr, I'm not some racist coc oen, for Pete's sake. I haven't even been exposed to those in the Interspecies Exchange Bill that long though it's really fascinating work for a bunch of incredible species, and the worst experience I've had with any liminal was having some harpy and pixies swoop into me and nearly made me crash my motorcycle I did. But it's no worse than having some drunkard nearly crashing into me, so I don't hold that against them."
Bryn really didn't take any shit from anyone.
"Whoa man, did you and that bike make it out okay?"
"Oh most definitely, no damage, in fact not only can I show it to you, but you know what since you've been so cool how about I give you a ride back to this "Black Lilly Ranch" ? If you give me the address." He offered.
I was offered a ride back home from a dude I just met. On his motorcycle, which I'd never rode on in my life. No way in hell I was gonna say no to this! I lit up in glee which he took as a yes.
"Well then, awn ni." He said. I had no idea what "awn ni " meant, though Iassume by his gesture it meant "lets go". So we headed out of the mall at last into the parking lot as he lead the way and I told him the address.
"Okay here she is!" Bryn gestured to a burly green motorcycle with red flames adorning it, man it was badass. "Hop on!"
He didn't have to tell me twice! Immediately I was hit with an extreme level of comfort for my butt and tail as I wriggled it in pleasure, while also holding on tight to the clothes and the bear I got. Bryn hopped on and immediately got the thing running and booming, but nit before turning on his radio channel it had to some garage punk.
"Lets party!" He yelled.
And just like that we were off!
Notes: Wow. I really had my work cut out for me hear with going into so much description and interactions, but I think it paid off! I hope you guys enjoy what I got and are immediately intrigued by the Welsh punk rocker that is Bryn Glasscock. Take a minute to get your snickering out lol.
If you're confused as to what those seemingly nonsense words are, those are in fact Welsh words I found online in order to add some authenticity to the fact Bryn is Welsh rather than just aesthetic. "Aw ni", from what I've found, does in fact mean "lets go" and "coc oen" is one of many Welsh swear words.
Feel free to leave any questions and comments! Have a nice day!
