by ☾ ℜε∨αη ☽ » Sat Feb 07, 2015 3:24 am
(On mobile.)
Drakille cracked open an eye to look around, and curled his nose in disgust as the smell of rotting meat reached him, apparently coming from the deer they had eaten earlier. So, with a flourish of his wings, he latched onto the carcass while being as quiet as possible and shot out of his lair, tossing the rotting food out into the open for the vultures. The cool air reached him and he sighed contently. Perhaps this would be a good time to fly? He pumped his wings, rising above the mountains and circling above with still wings.
"нσησя ιѕ α ƒσσℓ'ѕ ρяιzє. gℓσяу ιѕ σƒ ησ υѕє тσ тнє ∂єα∂."
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The hard drive in my laptop died and I have don't any Wi-Fi right now, so I'm going to be living on mobile for a while.
Current Mood: Pneumonia. Blahh.