<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel felt more at home as he walked further into the isle. The forest surrounding him made him feel more attuned to what was going on around him, even if this forest didn't sound a thing like the forests back home. No birds chirping or the running of water, or even the serene nature of a forest that he had expected back home. Maybe it was because of his situation that he didn't think of this forest as home. It was just an artificial construct to further his dream... or perhaps the better word was nightmare. He continued down the path, keeping his senses sharp until he finally reached the apex of the road and found himself in front of a hut. It seemed unassuming, and perhaps even innocent, if not for the woman that swung out of the front.<br/><br/>Hazeel's legs immediately tensed up at the audacity of the Goddess before him. He could only assume that she was an enemy if she was acting knowing like this. All of the other Goddesses seemed innocent and even confused by his appearance, while Azalea was already accepting him into her welcome arms... and her pillowy tits. While he couldn't help but pass a glance at her bountiful breasts as she called out his race, he didn't dare come close to her. His teeth grit together while her gaze cut through him like a hot knife through butter. He didn't think he would be meeting with a woman like her so soon. She seemed like the last one he wanted to meet, which only made his existence feel even more of a risk. Despite his best judgment, Hazeel followed Azalea into her home, his hands remaining out and in a makeshift combat stance just in case something were to leap at him. Although he had a feeling he wouldn't be dealing with a body, but brute force magic that he wouldn't be able to stop. Maybe his dream could finally end, and he could go back home...</span>