Convincing

After sustaining damage from a collision with another starship, the Roanoke plummeted to the planet below in flames. The ship crashed into a forest, leaving a flaming wreck to illuminate the night woods.

The ships' two crew, the Murder and Constance, got out of the wreck with only a few bruises and burns. The Asura-made ship is able to repair itself even at this state, but it will take several days. Fixing a burning hull is no easy task, after all.

"That's the last time you take the helm, Con..." said the sergal-like creature. The drake hanged her head sadly.

Their next course of action is to explore the area. They're stuck on this planet for days, so it's best that they find shelter and sustenance if they want to survive their stay.

The forest they explored is a lot friendlier than most of the ones they've visited recently. The trees sport green leaves and delicious fruits. The forest creatures _ birds, rabits and mice _ are all small and docile, and flee as they approached.

Not too far from the crash sight, they discovered a small village. The houses are wooden and tiles, and the inhabitants seem to be human. The two nomads always know an opportunity when they see one. If they could convince the locals to allow them into their abode, it would save them the effort of hunting for food and building their shelter in the forest.

The night is drawing short, anyway. The sun will soon rise, and getting caught in the sunlight will prove fatal to the Murder. They do not have the time for the latter option.

"But how will we get them to take us in..?" Asked the Murder.

Constance laid on the grassy ground on her belly, thinking about how to gain their trust... She then came up with an idea. But the Murder got one first.

"Oh, I think I know!" he said excitedly. "Come on! I'll get us in!"

Constance follows him as they sprint into the village's territory under the cover of darkness. Most of the villagers are in their lit houses right now. A few still roamed the streets.

They approached one of the houses' froont door.

"Okay, Constance," said the Murder. "I want you to sit here and look cute."

"What's your plan?" asked Constance.

"You'll see," he replied.

The Murder then knocked three times on the wooden door. Before the homeowner answers, he flops onto the ground and rolled onto his back. His arms, legs and tail curl up close to his body. His optics shone a friendly green as he smiled at the human answering the door.

"Arf arf!" He barked.

The door was immediately slammed shut. "Go away! I don't have any food or beds for you, just go back to your master or something!" The man cried.

"...Was it something i said?" the Murder asked, confused, as he rolled back the right way up.

Behind him, Constance shook her head in disbelief. She walked beside him and sat down.

"Maybe we should go with my plan," she said.

"But what about masquerading as lost animals?" asked the Murder.

"Your plan is rubbish," she replied. "How about this. I pretend to be the sick, starving pet while you pretend to be the poor, lost owner."

The Murder squinted at her under his helmet. "...Fine, we'll go with your plan."

They visited another house. The sergal knocked on the door. This time, Constance sat beside him. A young woman answered the door.

"Please, kind miss," the Murder spoke. "My dog and I got separated from our caravan, and we've been wandering the woods for hours before we came across this village... She's so cold and hungry, she's probably not going to make it if she doesn't get any help. She's the only family I have left. I can't lose her."

Constance whimpered pitifully as she looked up at the villager with sad eyes.

"Aww, you poor things," said the human. "Come on inside. You two must be suffering."

As she turned around and entered, the Murder and Constance exchanged looks, then smiles before they followed her inside.

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I challenged myself with a different pose than what i usually do, and I am proud of it. I just wanted to draw Murder on his back, being cute as hell. Constance isn't the only one who can be cute, you know? Alongthe way, I thought up the story, and so here it is.

I've spent enough time writing the story, I'm not going to drag it on with the description. So just enjoy cute me. Pwease?

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