they say I did something bad, so why's it feel so good?
The cold against her skin has Charlie's thoughts suddenly burning. When last she'd felt a cold like that she'd slumbered for decades—centuries—and no way in hell was she going to let that happen again. Rather than blasting out an arc of flame to burn the captain for his mistake, instead the ancient simply dart!ed several feet away before fire licked up the inside of her thighs and around her hips. "Hey, what the fuck?" Despite the pretty pout on her lips, the priestess's thoughts were still fairly radiant amidst the pain she felt, likely owing to the fact that a dragon slumbered somewhere down deep in her soul and if she chose, she could crush the captain with one snap of her teeth.
Liking neither heat nor cold, the memory mud began to drip down Charlie's body, seeking the relative safety of her legs and the ground nearby.
"For Dygra silly!" Taking a step forward, the fire whorling up her body before coming to rest in her palm, Charlie gives the abandoned a warning looking before dart!ing back toward him. "Our goddess!"
Liking neither heat nor cold, the memory mud began to drip down Charlie's body, seeking the relative safety of her legs and the ground nearby.
"For Dygra silly!" Taking a step forward, the fire whorling up her body before coming to rest in her palm, Charlie gives the abandoned a warning looking before dart!ing back toward him. "Our goddess!"
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
