Alex walked along the road, and even though it got clearer and more even as he left the woods to more open areas, it was still rough on his bare feet. More concerning was what he was going to do as he got to town only to arrive without any clothes on. Maybe he could make up some story about being ambushed and mugged or something. He also never realized how much underwear helped keeping things from flopping about as he walked. It was slightly distracting. Occupied as he was he barely noticed as open field gave way to farm land. Well, a farm, close to the woods, but fenced in. It was the sound of a loud crack that caught his attention, followed by another, and another, a steady rhythm coming from the direction of the farmhouse. Then he saw it, a line out by the side of the farm house, wash pinned up to dry in the morning sun. Some of that definitely looked like clothing, too.
He bit his lip as he considered his options, further down the road he could see a couple other farms, smoke curling from their chimneys, but there was definitely someone here as well. He made up his mind and hopped the fence, creeping closer to the farm house. They wouldn't notice one pair of pants and a shirt going missing surely. Shoes could come later. He breathed a small sigh of relief as he reached the line, noticing it was all men's clothing on the line. Some of it, well all of it was too big for him at first glance, but there were a few a bit smaller than the rest, though still a good two sizes too big. They'd have to do. Whoever the other clothing was for must have been built like a bull, or maybe a bear.
He could still hear that cracking sound, though this close he could hear soft thumps coming right after, as well as soft whistling from whoever it was working away. Curiosity got the better of him as he creeped over to the edge of the farmhouse to peer in the back yard. Alex slowly looked around the corner until one of the biggest guys he had ever seen came into view. He also wasn't human, or not entirely.
Powerful muscles moved under skin that was a soft, pale green, like fresh grass or a newly grown leaf, visible as he worked shirtless, only his tight pants and heavy leather boots being worn. His thick arms, wide chest, and powerful shoulders moved in a steady pace as he worked away chopping logs, the axe rising and falling in easy strokes. Curly black hair fell to his shoulders, matching the dusting of black hair across his chest and abdominals, and the light growth of stubble on his chin and jaw. Despite his size, his face seemed young, and Alex guess he was probably in his early twenties, near Alex's own age if human age even applied here. His face was mostly human, too, though his nose was broad, ears slightly pointed, and the tips of two of his lower teeth peeked past his lips. Sweat glistened on his verdant skin as he kept to his work. He also had a considerable bulge in the front of his pants that Alex couldn't help but sneak a peek at.
When he looked back up he caught blue eyes looking his direction and quickly ducked back around the corner. Shit. Had he seen him?
"Roy?! That you? Ain't in the mood for your games! Yer supposed to be out checkin' the coop!" The voice was deep and gruff, mock annoyance in the tone. The chopping had stopped but he heard boots crunching as they came closer. Alex had to make up his mind, and quick.