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Khraylen's Clan

They're praying for the death of a rockstar

Venerable Lair

obscured in the

Leviathan Trench

Clan Info

FR +8

I am sorry, but I do not accept random friend requests.

I unhealthily fixate on fictional men. They are delightful.

I never have enough lair space.

I only exalt dragons that I breed. I do not buy my fodder.

I'm a hermity semi-nerdy gamer & writer that spends untold amounts of time doting on my characters and characters from games.

Wishlist!!

Aspiring writer. Who knew having multiple ideas playing pinball in your head made it difficult to focus on a singular plot?

Kane retrieved a glossy ornate box from beneath the table and wore a sheepish smile as he slid it across to Eliza.

"Here. It took me a while, but I think I found everything I stole from you. Well, not me, but... Ah, you know what I mean. It would seem I had a particular fondness for launching them at the nearest wall. I did my best to touch them up to your liking; I hope."

"I've been around humans my whole life, love, and I can say with absolute certainty that they're a suspicious bunch."

"Aya-"

"Now, now, dear. I won't hear it. You steer clear of us. We hate things we don't understand. Me, though? I love ya. Remember me, kiddo."