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#zhongchi #foxtaglia fem!foxtaru ; domestic fluff ; family
The lady Harbinger was a powerful warrior, one that deserved to be feared and respected. She could be the blade of the Tsaritsa between the battelfield and a loving mother inside her home.
The lady Harbinger was a powerful warrior, one that deserved to be feared and respected. She could be the blade of the Tsaritsa between the battelfield and a loving mother inside her home.
When Childe grabbed her daughter, the fox started to whine like a distressed baby, her little claws sinking in the sheets. She didn't want to be lifted, but mama wanted to give her a proper bath. Luckily, the woman was determined.
"My, my, what a sleepy baby..." She chuckled, stroking the red fur and looking at the little cub with fondness. Iris was her thirdborn and her only girl. Childe's fingers rubbed Iris' back, humming for her. She rubbed between the fluffy ears, watching the baby's reactions.
🐉🦊 #zhongchi #foxtaglia ; fantasy au; hybrids
"Mister Tartaglia! What's that brown creature doing in your garden?"
The fox hybrid cast his gaze out of the window, noticing something that looked like a brown plushie of a dinosaur.
He blinked.
It was breathing!
"Mister Tartaglia! What's that brown creature doing in your garden?"
The fox hybrid cast his gaze out of the window, noticing something that looked like a brown plushie of a dinosaur.
He blinked.
It was breathing!
He yelped, turning off the stove and getting out to pick the poor creature up. It wasn't a plushie, but he also had no clue on what could it possibly be. It was a horned creature, a brown reptile with a funny, orange tuft at the end of its tail.
It was sleeping, apparently.
It was sleeping, apparently.
Yet, the creature's slumber wasn't peaceful at all.
It was after a more careful ispection, that Childe knew that he was holding a little dragon.
He hurried back into his house, preparing warm blankets and some water for the sleeping creature.
Was it sick? Was it hurt?
It was after a more careful ispection, that Childe knew that he was holding a little dragon.
He hurried back into his house, preparing warm blankets and some water for the sleeping creature.
Was it sick? Was it hurt?
