
This land is your land
and this land is
my land, sure,
but the world
is run by those
that never listen
to music anyway.
-Bob Dylan
-[ aleхander o'ĸeeғe ]-
[-Irish Furred Dragon-17 yrs old-]
~.Call me 'Lexie' and you die.~
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Alex opened his eyes as he heard the beating of wings. He looked around to see a dark-winged girl flying around the caravan. He smirked, pushing himself up onto his hands and leaning back on them as he watched her, blue eyes glittering. He was fairly sure he'd seen this girl perform before, but he wasn't entirely certain. His tail flicked, then swept around to curl around his dragon-like feet as he sat up more, wrapping his arms around his knees. His soft, dragon ears perked up, brushing against his horns as a small smile crept over his face. He sighed and stretched his legs out in front of him, hands propping him up again.




