No better version I could pretend to be tonight
His smile widens as Raelyn slips easily out of her shorts; he shifts over, making more space for her to slide into the pool. "Raelyn. That's a lovely name." Ripples splash up the young man's chest, leaving droplets clinging to his sparse body hair. "Yeah - Pipsqueak. She was a bit of a runt when she hatched, and the name stuck." He shrugs fondly, gazing down the tunnel where his dragon has vanished in search of her prey.
"So what brings you all the way out here?" Koa half-rises from the water as he talks, reaching for his pack and dragging it toward the edge. From within, his boxing wraps are produced: usually white and well-maintained, they are now rust-red and iron smelling, splattered with Sohalia's blood. Gods, he'd really fucked that one up, huh?
"So what brings you all the way out here?" Koa half-rises from the water as he talks, reaching for his pack and dragging it toward the edge. From within, his boxing wraps are produced: usually white and well-maintained, they are now rust-red and iron smelling, splattered with Sohalia's blood. Gods, he'd really fucked that one up, huh?
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