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Untamed Feather Milk
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the two Daemons under command of their Warlock master are told to relax and enjoy themselves on the beach. obviously, to a Daemon, relaxing has different meaning than it does to most people.
"hey! wow! woah you're cute!" Skaadi says as she hops on top of the counter like a savage.
Marsh clears her throat before going into her rehearsed greeting, "welcome to the Beach Bar! we serve any drink you need. ask me about the lim-"
"are you on the menu?" Skaadi jeers, "I wouldn't mind getting a mouthful of you!"
"...we serve beverages here ma'am."
"have you ever gotten tied up by a Daemon before?"
"Idunno. have you ever gotten the shit kicked out of you by a dog before?"
"uhm, I beg your pardon, madam." Skedif, the First Stag, the Great Moaning Shadow in the Woods, the Howling God that Lurks in the Forest, interrupts, "I would actually like to order a glass of orange juice, please. alcohol gives me a stomach ache, I'm afraid."
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