The wind brushes against his striking golden yellow and black scales. The bluebirds chirps in the lovely greeb trees, with small beams of sunlight landing on the ground through the openings where the leaves doesn't cover. His ears flicks softly, his gaze shifted onto a nearby bunny. Bee is completely unaware of whats in the rustling bushes. (You can be anything, be a freaking toaster, see if i care. Bye my bigback gremblins. 💅✨️)
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