Redhawk Caldera I Instagram every meal I've had

For a brief instant, Nightjar was assaulted with yet another tongue. It was almost like he was a jawbreaker and everyone wanted a taste or something; he'd been licked exactly 47 times since being born, and this was the 48th. As always, the gesture quieted him and sent a shiver dancing along his spinal column. It was enough to quell his discomfort for about one second.

But then, in its wake, a cold and broad piece of the entity pressed down on his tummy. Discomfort reared its ugly, monstrous head, along with a sweep of pain through his abdomen that made Nightjar squeal. It was at the right pitch to sound a little cute, but in reality, he was about ready to blow up... and signalled this with a loud hiccup.