Jul 14
The Flying Assailant
seen from Sweden
seen from Italy
seen from Türkiye
seen from Switzerland
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Maldives
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
The Flying Assailant
Too Much Warcraft
Protect the Love
Luella sketch stuff
Restaurant Thoughts
Artistic Impression
Boys (and 1 fire prince girl)
Late Valentine's Day thing I forgot to post here.
I feel Armand pin me to tree, both of our horns on the hard wood.
The moon shines full behind, glimmering his green scales and his flashy grin of serrated teeth.
He uses the hot air to move his huge poncho over both of our bodies, giving us the sudden intimate moment something special between us both.
"Don't look at me so flustered, man. You like me this rough."
My blush forms through my face and so does his. A conjured electric hand rubs down my side, then towards the base of my tail.
"I-I know, but."
"I-I love you, Armand..."
"I love you too, Isaias."
He pulls his bull horns out of the tree, and we both hug and collapse on the ground.
He's warm, smelling like lightning smoke.
That's what I always love about him.