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โI see... So you can smell it too.โ
The smile on the face widened, revealing his fangs for an instant. Then came a laugh.
โDonโt even try; it wonโt do any good. I am the embodiment of death. I feed on those who perish and leave this world behind. What is your name?โ
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" The scent of death no longer is something I fear. I walked far too long onto an evergoing road that only lined the bodies wherever I walked. "
He looks at the bird that reeked of death before offering a smile.
" Perhaps we should get you a bath. The scent of corpses linger--
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Le fascina cuando el dragรณn colabora.
Quetzal elevรณ la cabeza, a la altura del rostro de Palkia. Su distancia era apenas notoria, con unos centรญmetros tan cortos como sus cuerpos que estaban rozando.
โMe emociona que te reflejes como mi presa...โ
Los ojos del ave โถ
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Vocablos audibles. El ave de la muerte acababa de eliminar la expresiรณn de orgullo en su faz.
ยฟQuรฉ probabilidades habรญan de que fuese รฉl quien tomara el mando?
Sus garras sobre el rostro lo mantenรญan inerte en el sitio, โ
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a parar de asecharlo.
Afloja la mano que sostenรญa el rostro. Porque su fuerza ha cambiado hasta el mentรณn de Palkia.
Lo obliga a abrir la boca.
Cuando obtuvo una fisura, ingresรณ la lengua entre los labios del dragรณn rosa.
Comenzรณ un beso apresurado e โถ
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There was no change in his demeanor. Yveltal subtly turned his head, lifeless gaze shifting toward the mortal.
Interesting; he didn't seem all that frightened. That piqued the bird's curiosity.
Finally, he turned fully around. A distinct smile played across the โถ
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Nobody would boast about such a curse. But, if the bird thinks so... it could become something more... fond.
While he listens, the lack of a screech is somewhat concerning. That's the lack of sound following predator hunting prey.
He slowly turns, facing the large, red soaring
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Huh? It's a wonderful idea! He could boast about the marks created by the lord of death.
The flapping of wings announced the male's arrival; the feathers spread across his arms and tail allowed him to move through the air. Quetzal didn't take long to land, right โถ
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That sounds like a terrible way to get to know someone! But what's another scar to his collection housed by his body?
He's already listening closely to a sound of furling wings. The deafening sound draws closer.