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A deluge of rain has washed out the tracks Zanarin was following and he is a touch cranky but at least Gendrik is there to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder and offer a wing to help keep him from getting too soaked.

Zanarin is still going to complain.

Zan is mine
Gendrik belongs to Necro

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Mithara

They’re so precious. The trope of angry small and sweet gentle tall is the best.