by BlossomTail » Sun Dec 18, 2011 5:25 pm
Silvermoon took in a small breath of air, when she suddenly felt a weight on her chest. She frowned, before hurrying over to Myra's head, whimpering, and frantically thinking of what to do.
Drake kept Feron pinned down to the ground, staring straight into his face, still unable to recognize who it was. "I still have my pocket knife.." he hissed at Feron, glaring down at him.
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Looking for Flightrising/C$ trades!
user - tifftac
Balance: 485g | 10kt
Balance: 115C$