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JORMUNGAND

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He cast an uninterested glance at the wings, not really thinking much about it. What was there to? He'd seen so much strange in his life another set of wings didn't really matter. So ze was called Vale. "I'm Jormungand, but you can call me Jor." A purr rumbled deep in his throat. "And I might bt flirting with you, I might not. You can decide that for yourself." It wasn't like he was intentionally doing it, it literally was his being.  He flicked his tail, watching his pelt shift and change in front of him with a strange smile on his maw.

#psychosocial.