TELL ME PRETTY LIES && story-time.

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]Story time? You could count the little tabby in. He always enjoyed listening to stories, when his mother was feeling well and not bed ridden. The stories she told always revolved around the same basic concept: The hero goes on an adventure, seeks revenge for the loss of his wife, comes home, and learns to live a new life. It was a rather sad story, but the way she told it, the story always sounded so grand and exciting. Rodion always aspired to be that hero, though, the part where they lost their loved one could be scratched out. Trotting over a little too quickly, the child lost his balance and flipped forward, his coordination not the best. Rolling around for a moment, he finally found his paws. Shaking off the dust, the child proceeded forward as if nothing had happened.

"I wanna listen mister!" he shouted, almost a little too loudly. "What kinda legends? Like super cool superheros or... or somethin' about dragons?" Roidon was getting a bit too excited about this. He hoped it was about dragons for he thought they were the coolest thing ever. While he had never seen one with his own eyes, he would always be on the lookout.