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@skxrbrand vorel: .... I don't think so.
"Widowmaker! Gutspiller! Skullstealer!"
"Pardon me, I hate to be a bother."
The Grand Lord of Poxes extends one fat index finger, the talon broken at the tip and rotting at the dead. A prelude to the being it belonged to; leprous, massive, parasite ridden and offering the friendliest of smiles.
" But would it be too much to ask for a scale off of your hide?"
@ceruleanscarred / / 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋.
@ceruleanscarred sent
"I didn't know there were people bugs...." She now worries about a huge cornerstone of her diet--
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❝ People bugs . . . ❞ Cricket repeats, sounding as if that conflation of words was indeed strange. Being raised in a tribe consisting of only Thri-Kreen, which were basically more bug than humanoid, he proudly considered himself as a full bug, too.
❝ Is that how you kall my people ? Strange . . . I do not think that word is a fitting deskription. I am a Thri-Kreen. Not a people. ❞
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“ Some dragonkin have all the luck... Maybe she tastes as good as she looks.”
Zu’u Mindok Do Daar Tinvaak, Zu’u Los Kod Wah Tinvaak Ast Daar Brom Zul.
Zu’u Ont Mindos Nol Fin Dovah Wo Ont Aak Wahl Zu’u Ol Aan Kiir.
@ceruleanscarred
“You know, I thought about dying my scales blue.” Jiiko’s sprawled out in the grass before her, like a fuzzy bump in the road. He raises his arm, looking between it and her.
“Hrm. Maybe not that shade, though. Now, If I had black fur like pops...”
@ceruleanscarred is hungry!
"Oh, hello! You're just in time for dinner," Annalise chirps, smiling warmly at the sight of the dragon-like individual. She places a platter on the table that was sitting outside.
The meal is an enormous wild boar rump roast, still hot from the fire. Peppercorns and salt are rubbed finely into the seared skin, and adorned with rosemary garnish. Nestled around the roast were chopped onions, red potatoes, and garlic knots.
"I haven't had visitors in a while, but, I hope you like it!"