Reaper- "I think we can handle it. Part sandwing, part icewing. Got the heat pulse, and the cold resistant scales. I wouldn't be telling a WANDERING LONER what they can and can't accomplish." He wound his buckskin scarf around his neck. "Besides, you're just a rsinwing. So cool your jets." Reaper spread his wings, leading them out.
Wretched- "This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't hsppening," she whispered, watching the nightwing hybrid leave the cave.


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