"He turned to look out the viewing slit to see if Bess was done with her food till he slammed his head into the pigeons box. "Ah, Bloody HE" "Woah! Whoa! No! No! No! NO!" The engineer said seriously for a moment not going to help Edwards with his goose egg but to calm the bird. "Don't Swear…" He said soothing the bird, "She doesn't like it when you swear." "The bird?" Edwards said confused. "The beast" the man in the knitted hat said with a wry smile. That was followed by some hot air straight up the back of Edwards jacket making him scramble back in surprise to find Bess's massive head sitting close to the entrance of the housing. Her big black nose Scooted towards the door before the men broke out cackling and Townsend came over and shoved her back "Get ready to mount up Bess ya know ya cant fit there" he said scolding her like a dog or child… a beast about two of him high in housing. The engineer chuckled reached down to Edwards hand out and a smile. "Finch" He said cheerily "Edwards" replied matching his energy. " With Beast through Blood and Mud - A Battlefield 1 fanfic
So I'm totally not writing a fanfic inspired by my WWI&II But Dragons setting, and of course its not about Black Bess from Battlefield 1









