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In her consciousness, there is the tiniest ping bearing her signature.
โ Nyarla . . . โ
Her softened voice echoes through the landscape of fused and unorthodox structures. A massive red eye opens in the "sky" to gaze at the impact site.
โ Is there a reason for your โฃ
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Speaking of gods who formed the world, @vantaplatinum could suddenly feel Nyarla crash into the Reverse World after using her gifted ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ in tandem with ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ค๐ข ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐.
She'd been experimenting, but...
โ Oh, I'm here. โ
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โ . . . Social warmth and not your heat being shared with mine? โ
His comment, combined with his kisses ever so slightly warm Griseo up a couple degrees.
โ The full, the starved, and those inbetween seek the fondness that lets one defy logic for a reason~. โ
He would find the natural cold of a ghost's skin, but she's bound to warm up some more.
โ I second that . . . โ
Griseo's moves her hips to sway his thigh-cushioned head left and right. On her lips is a sinister smile . . . Out of habit.
So few dare to understand everything that Giratina is with the few opportunities they have.
For that, she's worthy of Griseo's spiraling gaze peering into her essence. The view before them goes without question.
If that's how he wishes to indulge in his sins, she's yet to stop him.
His sense of time will be distorted for a while, but that won't be a problem if his moments are spent bound to the silky softness of her thighs.
More like . . . something solid to see if I have been here before. This concrete ruin still makes a memorable landscape.
[ The lucid Giratina ascends, looking towards the billowing smoke and flames from afar. She took a deep breath through her nostrils and smiles at โฃ
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A black tendril from her hand zips to Zephyr's neck and tugs him towards the Shadow Dragon before undoing itself. Her thighs ready to catch him whenever he chooses to go down.
โ Without a doubt ใโ
โ ๐๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข! โ
Her wicked laughter fills the Creator's mind and ears.
โ Give most of the credit to the mortals, not สษฏ imprisonment. โ





















