Blood is my weapon

sometimes the cool worldbuilding leads to great porn. sometimes the great porn leads to cool worldbuilding. this is known as the circle of life

"that bitch stole your thoughts!" Pulls out a bug net, from somewhere. "Lets catch her and pin her to the wall!"

Ugh, it was in mine. It's off now.

AI is a freacking plague, I share this for any windows user.

The dragon slinks around and inspects the cup, perhaps a visage of death has appeared? no, none but those kitschy paper umbrellas to be seen. Rasturn drapes his neck over the other and a claw braces the cup. perhaps he doesn't like the flavor of penis alotta? koala? he can smell the pineapple from his new resting spot. "Shawn doesn't return your feelings?"

Rasturn takes the momentary lapse in attention to snatch the drink cup and all down his gullet. Clearly he didn't need anymore, Rasturn was doing Hakuro a 'solid' well he hoped it was because half of it was liquid. "Feds?" followed shortly by a stupid statement and Rasturn suddenly felt at least 65 million years old. Understanding why parents say 'give you something to cry about'. He wondered how Shawn managed with Hakuro for 10 years in the little pocket dimension. He gets up from his position, feeling that his concern had been played and having no desire to continue this charade.

"I have never met a federal agent." There was no glass, Rasturn had eaten the whole caboodle and was deciding if he wanted some table to go along with it. Fiber was good? His second eye lid peeled back, he didn't care about wyrm taint either, it sounded like one of Hartmut's many sexual slang. Other than he owned a wyrm taint when he desired to have one. How much his cunty sub liked to dress him up with such sloppy use of languages. "this world is unlikely to end any time soon, the sun would have to." He made a fizzled out hiss. "or the moon leaves, and then the humans cook themselves." he gestured with his tiny claws, he would be fine. some of his offspring might perish which was a sad thought; but nothing was forever.

↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway.. eventually..

The dragon slinks around and inspects the cup, perhaps a visage of death has appeared? no, none but those kitschy paper umbrellas to be seen. Rasturn drapes his neck over the other and a claw braces the cup. perhaps he doesn't like the flavor of penis alotta? koala? he can smell the pineapple from his new resting spot. "Shawn doesn't return your feelings?"

Rasturn takes the momentary lapse in attention to snatch the drink cup and all down his gullet. Clearly he didn't need anymore, Rasturn was doing Hakuro a 'solid' well he hoped it was because half of it was liquid. "Feds?" followed shortly by a stupid statement and Rasturn suddenly felt at least 65 million years old. Understanding why parents say 'give you something to cry about'. He wondered how Shawn managed with Hakuro for 10 years in the little pocket dimension. He gets up from his position, feeling that his concern had been played and having no desire to continue this charade.

The dragon slinks around and inspects the cup, perhaps a visage of death has appeared? no, none but those kitschy paper umbrellas to be seen. Rasturn drapes his neck over the other and a claw braces the cup. perhaps he doesn't like the flavor of penis alotta? koala? he can smell the pineapple from his new resting spot. "Shawn doesn't return your feelings?"