A lovely dragon with Magpie markings. This guy features sewn in resin spikes and claws, and muscle padded arm sleeves. I used up some of the last pieces of my favorite crocodile velvet for this guy ;3;
The words were a knife to his heart, and the pain even crueler. He tried not to let it show on his face, electing instead to press soft kisses to her cold, clammy skin, wet with the pool's water. He pushed the tangled strands of her hair behind her ear, cupping her long face in the space of his palms.
He was dreaming. He knew he was. So why did this feel so real?
"That's not true," he said, leaving more kisses upon her cheek, her brow, the corners of her lips. His grey gaze cut to the spot where his sword rested, almost lovingly beside her own. When did Needle get there? He didn't recall seeing it there before, but it didn't matter, not really. "I'm always with you, little sister. You still have your sword."