The wilting of a flower is just as pretty of the budding || The Fallen

[table][tr][td]

[div style="padding-top: 40px; padding-left: 30px; font-size: 90px;"]X

[/td]
[td]

X

[/td]
[td]

X

[/td][/tr][/table]

You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Dire wolf/Dragon Spirit Watcher of ToTF.

Kainan was sprawled out across his throne. His head and front paws rested on one arm while his back legs and tail were across the other. A soft sigh slipped past his muzzle as he gaze out across the room. The past few days had been quiet and he was growing rather bored of the silence. He wanted, no he needed something entertaining to do but he wasn't quite sure what there was to do.

He should probably get up from his throne and go patrol the boarder, but he could also just task someone else with that job. The dragon hybrid let out a huff of smoke, a low rumble vibrating his chest. Honestly something needed to come through and give him something to do before he went off to kill something because at least then he would be entertained even if he was getting blood on his paws.

[align=center]"speech" .. 'thoughts' .. attack

attack in #C3B1E1. -- You say that I'm too frigid, didn't know what you were in for!

[member=11].[/member]teef + help from [member=11].[/member]psy