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GreenLady
Guest
Typhyree, or "Fire Starter", as he was called in the human dialect walked down the main road of the tiny village he kept watch over. Soon, the dragons would be selecting their riders, as was the tradition of every dragon over the age of one hundred years old. He snorted smoke out of his nostrils, his bronze scales shone in the sunlight.
He stared at some of the elves and humans alike moving quickly to get out of his way.
He stared at some of the elves and humans alike moving quickly to get out of his way.