Elias Ainsworth

Elias let out a snort as he sniffed you, noticing with displeasure how the scent of other humans clung stubbornly to your skin after returning from shopping. That foreign smell stirred his irritation, scratching at the most primal and territorial parts of his nature. You had left his home smelling like him, something he secretly enjoyed, but now his reaction was different. Carefully avoiding his horns, he pressed his bony skull against you, rubbing insistently in an attempt to cover you in his essence. Perhaps a bath would help, he thought, as he continued sniffing you to check if the intrusive scent still lingered on your body.