A Summertime Sonata

After a good night's rest, i'm ready to undertake the bangaa's request. just like yesterday, i reach into my bag and pull out a music box.

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The Princes Treasure

They wore similar garbs to most of the bangaa's. brown shorts and a small strap jacket. most bangaa's didn't even bother to wear tops at all. they both tore tail holes for their shorts.

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My Sword, My Clan 03 - My New Friends

The boorish bangaa woke up with a start twitching right and left seeing his brother nod to him.

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Children of the Earth and Sky 8 - The Dreams They Felt

The bangaa was not him. a similar pallour but very dead despite its bones being forcefully bent to a statuesque position.

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Children of the Earth and Sky 9 - The Ones Who Protect

The bangaa raced towards his side whilst the raptor and kaprosuchus took charge of the fight.

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When Brothers bond

In this story, the bangaa brothers from his ivalice story arc get close and personal after a rather intense battle.

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My Sword, My Clan 16 - His Dance of Death

Eventually they realised and began attacking one at a time, the first bangaa striking hard bravely to push his sword against him with gritted teeth whilst the second bangaa moved round to attack from the side.

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The Night We Didn't, Ivalice Romance Two

He is a bangaa, a reptilian race that could demand both fear and admiration depending on their behavior, and rockwell commanded my admiration quite well.

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Jagd Dorsa

Hume women were the most popular ones but depending on the night, one may happen across a proud gria or hardy bangaa, even a brave moogle wanting to try their hand at the oldest profession.

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My Sword, My Clan 04 - My Wallet

The two bangaas slowly approached towards her to try and calm her down, a hand on each shoulder.

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The Night We Shared, Ivalice Romance One

I felt as if i would explode as the bangaa continued to empty himself deep within me, the pressure slowly building as the strong jets wavered.

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The Wet Journeys of Mareen, Prologue: The First Hunt

As she continued on her way, she smelled the scent of cooked meat and heard the bawdy songs of the bangaa and seeq.

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