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robed
armored
to the Sea’s
to Sea’s
he shifted his legs, and his knees inverted with a brief flash of pain.
Still inaccurate. Tarsal bones should grow and fuse together as his legs shif to be the digitigrade paws of a wolf.
He had stepped in a steaming pile of shit. Like, literally steaming
The creature that left it should be very close by.
It seemed he had found the source of the pile of shit he had just stepped in.
No duh!
With a weary grunt, he set to work cleaning the blood from his simple leather armor and his axes, trying his best given how the waters of the river were still stained a bright crimson.
Simp!e solution: go up stream of the bear's corpse; bathe in clear water.
robed
clad
robed
dressed
worn, but functional leather
worn, but functional, leather
Wisdom is knowing how to remove your own bias,”
room.
canyon.
room.
canyon.
room,
canyon,
room,
canyon,
fabric
leather
speaking to?”
speaking?”
return this
return to this
into Chasm.
into the Chasm.
Hate and love are two sides of the same coin.
I've read, and heard, this comment often. I'm only partially inclined to agree with it.
robed
clad
With a thought, Frank’s legs transformed. Thick hair sprouted from his skin and his knees let out a sickening pop.
Again the transformation to digitigrade legs doesn't invert the knees.
lungs off,
"lungs out," OR "head off,"
Understanding another person’s perspective didn’t always make their actions any easier to swallow.
the catatonic
the nearly catatonic
robed
armored
clad
armored
“True dragons are nature incarnate. We are life itself – the balance and paradox of creation. We are compassion in one hand and destruction in the other. We are the surge of birth and the release of death. We instill life with each breath and take it away with a scratch of our claws.”
Desire. Happiness. Acceptance. Passion. Peace. Confidence.
“I am a dragon – the last of my kind. We are life itself. And life is a constant struggle, an uphill battle against oblivion. We are thrown into the pit with the rest of creation and are forced to rend, claw, and tear our way towards our goal. We fight over the scraps of this world, and through this process, we become stronger. We grow. We adapt. We evolve.
“What… what is wrong with me?” Frank weakly asked.
His legs inverted with a sickening pop,
Nope.
