After Dinner Mint

His legs kicked weakly at the moobs of the drake, rippling rolls of fat running down the sides of the drake as the impacts bounced off him like rocks off a windshield.

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Dragonpet-Dragonriders: 3-1 The Bindings

Ailmer snorted and gave the drake's neck a playful smack. beroan turned his muzzle up to grin insolently at the mage. “damn drake, right?" beroan said.

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With These Broken Wings: Chapter 14

It was something that he had demanded out of the old drake when he'd agreed to all of this.

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Dark Angel Ch.4

Silnis made his way to drake and knelt down to his level, a look of hate on him.

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Quite a Mouthful

Martin lifted his head up from the pool of mud. This was not how he'd been expecting his day to go. As a professional explorer, he was no stranger to going on hikes and getting dirty, but he generally only did that for the profit of finding ancient...

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The Egg Assignment, part 3

The drake squinted at her suspiciously. "oh?_who_?" "atlas." "atlas? unexpected. how unexpectedly irresponsible of him." the drake sat back and scratched at his chin. "hmmm... i always thought atlas had a keen sense of perspective.

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With These Broken Wings: Chapter 10

Worry, he realized, for the drake that she had seen off. her drake. "it isn't often that they attempt such a large invasion, they will have magic to turn them back." "all the more reason i will not fight.

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First Time: The Race Begins

Flipping open the lid, the silver drake let out a pleased growl as he grabbed a small screwdriver, before turning back to the door.

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In Sithen's Harem: Chapter 3

The drake's touch along his jaw shifted down to stroke over the collar before one claw hooked into a ring and pulled the wolf forward.

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Death Row

Kole struggled to turn his head to watch the drake move, his eyes following the horned head of the drake in spite of the collar of fat that kept him looking straight.

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No Rest for the Weary

Inside, a familiar drake was sitting at the desk, using the inked tip of his tail to write on paperwork.

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The Lizard Chronicles- Chapter 6

“well, you brought him to the right place, lizareth" says the drake, “i'd say," says the male narvian giving me a wink. the drake gives a bow, “i do apologize for your loss, mr. mendoza.

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