winging your change ._. joiner

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A third! Such was very exciting, and Beezlebub's abdomen wriggled briefly in delight. Hovering in place was quite tiring, and their head swung around before they settled to land on the ground beneath them. The heat being an issue? Talons flexed and a small shake of their head, followed by a snicker. "Oh, no, no, the sand doesn't bother me any. Quite used to it!" Ears twitch, four eyes looking briefly to the ground around them. Much like the oasis they were used to terrorizing with their partner, albeit this place had quite a decent amount of trees greater than their home.

Tanglewood. They had briefly heard of the place, enough to know that it was a swamp and that they had been set on the menu. Which was good, for Beezle was actually rather hungry. Some nectar would hold them over for a while, but blood was always needed for the protein and long haul. "Love to do that. Love doing that. Mhm. I have lots of skill, you'll see in due time!" They grind and raise their head, before pivoting to look back at Dante. Tiny? An ear flicked, and wings moved to shrug. "I think my ass is normal sized, actually," Beezlebub replied after a brief moment of thought.

Ardent? Beezlebub wasn't too sure what that was, but decided that they'd learn the meaning in due time. Allowed to stay, they were? Good, good, and their wings flap and launch them into the air once again. "Nice to meet you, Dante! Or do you wanna be called Mr. Dante? Some people are formal like that. I'm not, but figured I should ask." They flutter close for a moment, backing away again a moment after. Golden eyes move to the others present, head tipping before they spoke again. "Valhalla? Nice to meet you, too! And you?"" They turn to Jormungand, pivoting in the air to face him.

dragon + the pitt + they/them

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