Post by Cynder on Nov 20, 2010 23:27:35 GMT -5
Cynder was sitting, well, actually, Cynder was laying on her large pile of many types of bones. Yes, bones. Cynder was a different type of dragon, she went looking for troule, never trying to avoid it. That was why she was leader of the evil dragons. No other way to say it. Her claws were itching for a fight, and her eyes narrowed slightly when a small skull fell out of place.
Her tail shot out, wrapped around the skull, and put it back into it's place.
Her tail shot out, wrapped around the skull, and put it back into it's place.
