Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-27281349-20161128185804

The 'Small Wimgs of Ice' poker her head over the ledge, looking down. "My name is Cera." She muttered. "Crimson would never do anything to ahrm anyone!" She choaked, muffling a very small sob.

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Blockwater looked up at the IceWing. ''Doombringer, or hehe, if there are any other mind readers, wait how rare is thing thing. Hi other mind readers! Can someone tell me why that small IceWing cares so much about a SkyWing. Arn't they like, the snobbiest and most stuck up dragony on Pyrrhia? I don't understand anything anymore. ''She mentally sighed.

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The Crimson dragon perched utop the mountian, his tail curled around a peak. His slitted amber eyes watched the sky. ''NightWings, what pests. He mused. They snoop at your buisness, shove their snouts where they don't belong. What does that low begotten snoot nosed dragon think hes doing conversing, or even speaking to someone such as myself in that way!?'' Crimson snorted a large puff of smoke into the sky.