(Note: I won't be Penulisan often. And this back-tracks to my early roleplaying days when I roleplayed as Princess Safaia Sky the Cagon, aka the last old dragon clan member.)
The barely awake, pale yellow sun had just rose. The dragon clan was weak from yesterday's battle with the orcs, they also had plaged the hatchlings... Poor them. I outstretched my electric blue wings, tired and hungry, my tail unfurled as if it too, was tired. My blue hair was in a mess from sleeping on my deer hide that I had made into a roll out bed. My ears Hung low, in hunger.
So I silently ran out of the cave, barefoot and flew to the nearest river. I stuck my head into the flowing river and waited for a fish, then clamped down on one ikan with my not so powerful fangs and raised my head out of the rapids, dripping wet. I flew back to the cave, and set the ikan down near the hatchlings so they could eat first. Clan rules and all. Our clan leader, had announced yesterday that most Naga should stay in, to avoid getting shot down sejak dragon slayers.
Only 1/3 of our clan remained. It's only a matter of time that we all perish. I fear our dragon clan has no match for the orcs and the enemy dragons. My ice istana, castle back in Bruma will have to stay abandoned. Let them live on, God. Let them live.
The barely awake, pale yellow sun had just rose. The dragon clan was weak from yesterday's battle with the orcs, they also had plaged the hatchlings... Poor them. I outstretched my electric blue wings, tired and hungry, my tail unfurled as if it too, was tired. My blue hair was in a mess from sleeping on my deer hide that I had made into a roll out bed. My ears Hung low, in hunger.
So I silently ran out of the cave, barefoot and flew to the nearest river. I stuck my head into the flowing river and waited for a fish, then clamped down on one ikan with my not so powerful fangs and raised my head out of the rapids, dripping wet. I flew back to the cave, and set the ikan down near the hatchlings so they could eat first. Clan rules and all. Our clan leader, had announced yesterday that most Naga should stay in, to avoid getting shot down sejak dragon slayers.
Only 1/3 of our clan remained. It's only a matter of time that we all perish. I fear our dragon clan has no match for the orcs and the enemy dragons. My ice istana, castle back in Bruma will have to stay abandoned. Let them live on, God. Let them live.
Written and copyrighted sejak Zane Luxuria Zenon
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed sejak the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
Loud and obnoxious shrieks of utter terror were unleashed through the walls of the deceased man who was only referred to as The Doctor. It was no surprise for people indigenous to the area, which is a grand total of one. Screams happen all the time, and he despises them. The very person who causes the yelling is the one who hates it, irony at it's finest. His name is Dsy, a teenage boy who has Amnesia and short-term memory loss.
"I hate the loud noises, I fucking told you!"
His angry remark was followed sejak the clanking sound of a cleaver. His generic black clothes were slathered in in blood. He smirked at the decapitated head of yet another victim.
"Another sin for humanity, another strain on my blade."
let the story begin Steve the dog is laying in the grass. Man this sucks being stuck on an island theirs nothing to do but eat and sleep i need something exciting thrilling something to get the blood pumping berkata Steve in deep thought at that moment he thought of something A PIRATE that’s it berkata Steve as he got up and started running towards town anybody got a ship he asked everybody. Finally someone gave him a makeshift rakit that not even a feather would touch. well i guess this will do for now berkata Steve as he set off OK now to get to business first things first i need a crew a first mate a navigator a cook a musician a engineer and lebih
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north berkata Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted sejak marines...to be continued
well i guess we get first mate first i think ill set out north berkata Steve setting sail in the modern world we live in today soon he fell asleep when he woke up he was greeted sejak marines...to be continued