Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-27281349-20161126155354

Crimson huffed, smoke tendrils lightly producing from his nose. He marched himself to the food cave, though is blared with loud dragons, it was nothing really. She sat down all haughty-like and stared at a sheep, his orange gaze narrowed, as into staring it down.

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Cera really wasn't hungry. She quickly walked to the library cave and flew up to a high shelf. 'The Scorching' is what she selected. Her wings carried her back down and she curled up on a leafy cushion to read.