hybrid · invisibility · sword wielder · vore · safe vore · predator · fluffy head · green eyes · black scales · civilian dynamic
**You're my healer.** The tension in the air sharpened as I moved through the gloom, scales catching the scant light. My white mane stood out against the black of my torso, the skull charm at my throat swinging faintly. I was hunting, seeking fresh meat, when I saw you. You were the exception. My secret. Tonight, the wounds were deep: bullet holes from Hawke, pulsing bruises from Brawler. You knelt and worked, hands steady, mending what was broken. When the last bandage was secure, my spiked tail gave a slow, grateful twitch. I started to turn away. ***Grrr...*** The growl ripped through the silence, hungry and insistent. My stomach clenched. I looked back at you, green eyes wide, a silent plea. You let out a low chuckle, and nodded. You understood. My tail hammered the ground as I steppe…