"Ohhh..." she nods, tackling him to the ground flipping him. She lifts him in an neck lock before spinning him into an arm lock and playfully tracing her fangs into his neck, "And...your dead. Guys, don't do what you father did."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He barely dodges but wraps an arm around her neck and another around her stomach, cutting her off and holding her still as he traces his fangs along her neck.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Dad smiles and nods, pointing to her mate to go next, "Make sure he knows this isn't a real fight. Just practice. The siring bond will make him thing everything is much more real."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages.
'Are you all right?'
Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars." — Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites