(Sorry guys, I'm back now. And Joyful, I mean this is a good way, don't worry, but we have lives, just because we don't post ALL the time doesn't mean we're getting bored

I was watching a movie with my sissy

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Doctor Beloth looked over the girl, she was unconscious. He gently lifted her head onto his lap. (Wait, she's on the ground, right? *is confused) He moved his crocodile bag closer to him, a grateful hunter had made it for him after Leonardo had saved his life with some quick thinking and a club. ( XD ) The doctor reached into his bad and pulled out some lavender and a small bottle of salts out of it. He pulled out the stopper on the small bottle and moved it under her nose, swaying it side to side. He looked at the dragon. "Smelling salts," he explained. "They should wake her up," he moved the bottle a little closer.
Nightshade bowed. "As you wish my Lord," he strode out of the lair. He went to the armory. (DK has an armory, right? I would think he would...) Nightshade summoned the
servants slaves to replace his armor. They came quickly, bowing their heads, not looking up at all. The didn't dare try to remove his helm. They unchained the sides on his breastplate, and his gauntlets. They put others on, cleaner, polished armor. It was still black, but it was thicker. They changed the rest, and one of them hanged him his mace. Another his longsword.