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#Tuang species (Star Wars)
b2-ar19 · 2 months
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A slice of life
Alpha-17 grumbled, he wasn't a morning person. He never was. Right now his over-eager strill pup of a ad was busy climbing on his back, playing with his soft curls.
"Buir! Buir! Buir! Buir!" he chanted, yapping his mouth off. He then tried to tug on his brawny arm, causing him to tumble back off the bed. He heard him crash into the armor pile, when the beskar metal clattered on the polished floor of their yaim.
"Your ad is awake," Orion sleepily mumbled in his ear. He often wondered how he got so damn lucky. Orion Howlett, former member of Easy Company, a dragon rider, Wolverine's son, a leader of a commando squad, the kriffing Manda'alor for cryin' out loud. Alpha admired the lean, yet toned form of his riduur that was evenly tanned. He would follow the man to hell and back, without question.
"Before sunrise, he is your ad," he growled out, it was way too early for this.
"Buir! You promised!" Jaster proclaimed, as he wriggled his way into the sleeping pile.
"Okay, ad, I'm up," Alpha yawned, showing off two sets of razor-sharp canines.
"Yes!" he cheered as he clambered off the bed, as he bolted out the door.
"Don't break him,"
"I won't, I carried him, remember?"
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