03-28-2023, 07:55 PM
impatient they start, fearful they end
He had long given up on finding the Knights of his Order. Especially after the one he loved left for another man. Drowning himself in his memories, he had started to wear the armor again, became a ghost in the swamp. Red's casual talk with him, mourning what could have been for both of them was comforting. Even if she never delved into her past like he did, all his glorious fights and wonderous friends. She had only mentioned her princesshood. But other than that, nothing came from the serval.
He approached Caldenth, his own metal armor clanking and rubbing against his hidden scales along his feet and legs, dragon-head helmet hiding his face save for his cold red eyes. He glared at the clydesdale, wings flexing. "O' knight, you may find those of your Ilk here, but you may not find friends." He certainly hadn't.
He approached Caldenth, his own metal armor clanking and rubbing against his hidden scales along his feet and legs, dragon-head helmet hiding his face save for his cold red eyes. He glared at the clydesdale, wings flexing. "O' knight, you may find those of your Ilk here, but you may not find friends." He certainly hadn't.
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