Ouroboros Spine ᐊ avvik

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red has never been one to force himself upon a woman.

he was brought up raised around a whole slew of females just as rough, just as fierce, as any man in the nearest proximity. the attitude of the woman before him? he is well accustomed to. she reminds him of several of his sisters, or perhaps even his mother!

stalwart.

oh, gods! he practically salivates.

the brute lowers himself to his haunches, his thick head settling comfortably between two bulbous shoulders. watching her with that one singular keen eye, glistening with... not hunger, but something similar. something less depraved.

ah, maybe he is the cultured one!

oh, red breaths fire, i've a whole life worth of stories. tales of glory found in battles, of love found and love lost! he grins. a terrible, ugly grin. it is not nearly as charming as red thinks it is. he stands up again, walks behind her, tail brushing along her flank like the nuisance he is.

do you like stories?

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