don't tell me your woes × settling in/m&g

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the scent of fermentation, even that carefully bottled wasn't one that the dragon thought it would catch back at home, on the isle there were plenty of collections, ranging from bones to carefully selected burned things. The dragon's own hoard was a literal treasure trove of memories, stories told and carved along bones buried under sand and dirt alike in multiple places. It was a habit that they never bothered to stop, still there was the insurance that even dead someone would find them.

The espionage followed along the scent, closer to camp or on the edge of it. The unmasked dragon showed a crooked maw looking down the small den, five pairs of eyes watching the interaction carefully as they made their own interjection. "Morbidkit, an interesting name" The dragon spoke, their voice soft in comparison to the rasp it usually was. "I like your collection. It's so very strange." The dragon complemented, pulling from the conversation physically to settle their large frame, draping amungst the roots and upturned burned earth.

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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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