12-09-2020, 04:38 PM
Piercing eyes trail down at the echo of a voice. Their greeting comes across less than pleasant, and provoked a certain thought from his time in the land of before. Nevertheless, the wyvern appears strangely tame. His eyes, glimmering with an urge to provide disrespect in return, lock upon the current member. Internally, he wondered of their significance. A soft huff passes tender lips, bringing himself to adjust the scarf unknowingly draped around his large neck. A stature of nine feet, sprawled each way, would curl simply to get a better look at this stranger to provide a reply. “Corrupttimelines. Where is this?”
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DON'T WANNA WAKE UP