"Our turn~" he hummed once he heard Benitoite's boots hit the ground. Leaning forward, the locust beast used his long claws to crawl quietly down the building. Bazzite would look over his shoulder to see if Lellouch had her footing and was still following. Riding on his back would be difficult given how delicate his wings were, but he would try. Just for her and just for his General.
When the youma reached the ground, he towered over his blonde General and, in the darkness, leaned over and nuzzled the young man. "Whenever you're ready, Beni. I'm starved."
Sleet Tempest Snape
Sorry about the wait. ;;
[Mistress Morbid]