Meet the Chief Lyloid, note the cute big eyes and the calming teal coloured fur. How innocent he looks, no sign of chomping, ripping fangs, no blood smearing that unruffled skin, see the arms outstretched for a huggle. But beware my friends, beware, when your back is turned, the teeth extend, the claws come out and the pack as one pounces.
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The random musings and occasional whining of a Warcraft playing Harpy, with some lashings of priestly stuff thrown in.


