And. . Grope! A strong hand for the overly wobbling meat.
No greeting, just fascination with the hypnotic sway of that heavy meat.
โ Like, morning [ ๐ฐ๐จ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ] morning~! [ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ] โ
As lively as ever - especially with seeing you first thing in the morning! Coming to meet you with her signature sunshine smile, and a pep to her step that gives everything a nice ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ for you to look at~โก
King. . . Reciprocates the guy, tugging them close.
"I've been calling myself King lately. I feel its a better name." She hummed back, seemingly satisfied with their response.
"My heads are often in constant want for control.
One wishes to be gentle,
I desire more territory,
And the last craves violence."
"Might make right,
Which means I might make you mine, but then again I was never known to savor snacks."
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๐ฆn order to acquire a move as ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ท๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ as ๐ซ๐น๐จ๐ช๐ถ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ป๐ฌ๐ถ๐น , the ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต step is to ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ it into reality . ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข made it sound so easy โ
๐ฌrbs that rain from above
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All who wish to be in her territory must bear her ring of approval.
And no it's not jewelery, but a bite mark.
"You've peeked my interest,
You've got thirty seconds to explain why I shouldn't make you my next meal."
"I'll find you again when I need a napkin."
The dragon hummed back, none to carrying if they stayed or left. Her sense of smell could find them well enough again.
The dragon, unfettered, stood up, and without further prompting pressed forward, and pressing her lips to hers. If they would accept, the dragons .outh would taste like iron and wine.
"Is it your blood or your flesh?
I'd gladly take either from you." The dragon replied simply, her calm tone indicating she wasn't going to back down.
"I've had a far worse poison in me before,
A rot more than anything, yet the gods smile on me little human, I can handle .ore than you think."













