[x] back at the nest.
"Why'd you leave me, minx?" the wyvern wanted to know.
For a long while, he debated whether or not to approach the gryphon who lay snug in his nest. Then he realized that the keyword here was his nest-–which meant he didn't have to debate shit, this was his territory. Ego swelling back to its normal outrageous proportions, Israfel wrapped himself around Svara, wings tucked against the ridges of his spine; his snout snuffing wetly along the curve of the gryphon's throat.
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please return me if found wandering the forums for pregnant ass.
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