In my garden of shadows ;; lining nest

[Cobra]

The male swung his head around to pluck more feathers from the ostrich he had found while out wandering alone. He was lining the feathers into the nest of Chernabog. Wanting to add some more comfort to it for her. He would finished and then leave the meal there for her. Plucked clean and ready to eat.

Then he would move a bit back and bellow out his Roar. Loud and powerful. A call he hoped she would hear and come to. He could only hope, though. She was a busy woman and he knew she could use a break.

To much work was not good.

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? and i am the devil that you forgot