This fucking breeding kink…
ive always rly liked the idea of a member of a group of adventurers having what everyone assumes is very well trained hawk and then at the end of their journey its casually revealed that thats actually just his buddy whos a shapeshifter and just rly likes being a hawk
J: “What’s wrong with N?”
V: “Turns out, for some reason, he doesn’t handle large amounts of oil very well.”
N, somehow drunk on oil: “I’m gonna steal the Declaration of Independence!”
revealing your scaring the hoes type interests early on in a relationship is a good way to secure only hoes of bravery and fortitude that will craft horrible dreams and beautiful nightmares with you