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The armor had felt warm to the touch, with an unusual vibration beneath the polished metal plates, like something pulsing through it. This was not the sensation of an inanimate suit. This thing felt...alive.

And when the first warm and soft tendril found a way through the woven fabric of her clothes and caressed her skin, she knew the armor would not be coming off any time soon. Nor did she want it to. 

This month's winner of the art poll, knight in living armor! I might draw some more if I get the time 👀

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hezore

Mamma mia