The Voices I hear them every so often some accuse of her death, some pity me but with a Knife I cut myself red blood running down my tan scales, the accusers cheer seeing me suffer, while the other try to grasp but they as if they are trying to grasp a ghost, the knife hurts but there cheers spur me on to hurt more and more I cried out when I realized I can't stop....
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Keblin
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Keblin
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She had such a heavy impact on his life for 14 years he courted her in human form thinking she was a human and she fell in love with him they was both so wrapped up in the love they could not see the signs that they were dragons in human form, he gave her gifts from his hoard, on the day he wanted her forever they both had a secret to show and they reveal there draconic forms he told her that he did not care she was a bronze and walked to her to nuzzle her but she slash his face and flew off the town thought her corrupted by him and killed her with a dragonlance in his fury he destroyed the town, and became and stop felling and when a little loopy and started to see the figures that accuse and pity him.
Hmph...love. That's why blacks are terrible parrents. We don't love our offsprings, yet alone another one. The only person, i would weep for is the Dark Mother, Tiamat. And She clearly won't dissapear that easy. Others are not worth to such emotion from a Black Dragon!
Well, you got wounded, physicaly and spiritualy. I think when your reason fades away, the Red dragon inside you will prevail...like when He destroyed that village. You'll be fine...with a lot of time...i think.
Well, you got wounded, physicaly and spiritualy. I think when your reason fades away, the Red dragon inside you will prevail...like when He destroyed that village. You'll be fine...with a lot of time...i think.
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