Gilded Cage: Chapters 10+11
The lavender and dove catbird was adorned in orange and brass garments that hung all the way to the ground. they hugged her body lovingly, intermixed with leathers, metals, and fine cloth.
City of Light: Chapter 6
The catbird chuckled, “don’t be too sure woman, i’m interested in _many_ things.” veledar meanwhile had his snout watering, ignoring the plate that was placed before him.
City of Light: chapter 50
“arcturus, whatever shall i do with you.” mused the catbird gryphon. “just hold on one moment.”
City of Light: Chapter 13
Gus gave the catbird a knowing look, “a _normal_ hug krotos.” “of course, a normal hug, what did you think i meant?” “knowing you, dozens of things.” veledar was moping?
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 25
Inches from one another, the catbirds warm breath flushed the human’s cheeks. “i beg of you bruno. for i can’t fathom a day without you, i know it is the same for you.”
Gilded Cage: Chapter 26
With a resounding trill and look of determination, the blue and black catbird pressed on to disable the trap. for minutes he focused, using deliberate movements that filled the air with tiny scrapes and clicks.
City of Light: Chapter 55
Silently he prayed the catbird would listen, that the friendship they once cherished would be lit once more. the path meandered down the sloping hill, weaving its way through a tangle of thick, overgrown trees.
Gilded Cage: Chapters 6+7
For a moment there was a concern that the gryphons would simply fly in and ignore the booths, but a group of the catbirds flew overhead, keeping a vigilant eye to make sure such a thing didn't occur.
City of Light: Chapter 10
The catbird pinned his ears, “could you not do this begging at the house?” “i was praying for my spells.” he crossed his arms with a harsh glare. “begging, praying, same difference.” “though you mock you have need of me.
Bahamut's Light: Epilogue
The gryphon rolled his eyes with a laugh as he spied three gryphons doing their best to instruct a dragon in the ways of a catbird bath, tossing water over their ruffled feathers.
No Reservations
If she thought that silver-streak of concentrated catbird scent was powerful then, it was only going to get richer. he casually rubbed himself firm on her face, staining her with his mark while he stripped from his top layers.
Bahamut's Light: Chapter 44
“yea, with your tail raised and- “his beak shut tight as the dragon huffed, black smoke curling from his nostrils to envelop the catbird, “i'm sure it's quite flattering!"