May 5
Someone's reaper
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Someone's reaper
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my beloved murder wife (who is definitely not about to step on me)
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...Dragon!Sylus whose tongue is so very long and forked and lined with rows of tiny backwards-facing spines, same as a cat's, except several times larger. Useful for stripping every scrap of meat off the bones of his prey. Absolutely not so good when he gets the constant, irresistible urge to use it on you at all hours of the day.
He's able to manipulate the spines, somewhat, to lay them a bit flatter, but it still feels like coarse sandpaper being scraped against your skin.
In the mornings you wake up to his generous grooming, licking your face and neck thoroughly to clean every bit of dirt and grime off of you, making sure not to leave anywhere untouched, unmarked.
In the afternoons, after a successful hunt, he beelines to you with the singular intent to give you his affectionate greeting-licks—you fight him each time, hollering things like please kindly wash your mouth of that bison's blood before you do that—and the abrasions leave you feeling rather tenderised.
And in the evenings, when you're tangled up with him in your shared nest, little more than a mess of limbs, wings, claws, fangs, and that tongue of his, well...
'Cause I'm miserable! And nobody even knows!