Birthday: 09/28
Remind me to update my interests.
The morning sun rises, and adorns the mountain side; frozen and forgotten. The smell of fire fills the air as I jump from the ledge, lance in hand. A full pull back, and it sores from my person, dodging the large scaly body and landing beneath its ire; my lance sticks into the ground beside. The dragon is dead, My name is Hyuka, and I am a dragoon
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