Belladonna brought her hand up to eye lever, and glared at the little bastard that still had its needle teeth buried deep into the soft, spongy flesh of her finger.
It wriggled, like it was trying to tear a chunk of her off, but all it managed to do was flail helplessly where it hung.
It had dull golden scales, a long whipping tail that ended in a point, and a long neck that had a tiny, adorable head that was chomping into her finger.
A pair of wings were folded across its back, long and spanning wide enough that it could cover most of its body if it curled up. These wings were angled in a way to support its tiny body walking on them, with a single clawed digit at the 'thumb' of the wing.
A Wyvern? No wait... No, it had four legs. One pair at the back, and another that was smaller and that it held close to its chest.
