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prenia
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Date Posted: 17:06:54 05/30/02 Thu
The lithe form of a dragon silhueottes itself against the bleak firmament that rests resolutely 'gainst the twinkling, brashy light that the stars give out at the time o' night. But, while in view, the small female drake totters upon her small claws, and puncutres her wings into the air with umbelievable force. Trying undeniably, leathery wings spread and try to flight toward the clearing, though lucida eyes shimmer and uncontrollably gush with tears. The past, though only few hours ago, seemed still so vivid. And yet, the blood littered the small females body, evident that a war had raged near the small one, thus, why she 'ad ended up here. Her parents; dead. Her siblings; dead, or atleast lost. Her hope; gone. Now, nothing remains between her and suicide, though, would a perplex mind save her?
- name -
Prenia
- age -
70
- color -
bleak orange
- persona -
awfully distraught right now, but she is usually a fierce tom boy.
- requirements -
an evil family, and perhaps not one in Diablo Isle (play there already.)
- image -
Here
(Right then, there you go, a new dracling!)
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