Herslord's Clan

a large, mystical dragon waits in the distance, his seafoam opalescent scales and purple accents shimmering lovely in the glare of the early mo rn ing sun. what a beautiful dragon, you say. mist collects at his feet. who is this dragen? yet as u go clcoser to approah him, you herer a large roar. the sky swirls black with clouds and rain, and you are in the rain now. bootypop flies into the distence, a single scale falling from his ridged bac.k. you close your eyes. why? who was that? slowly, the website begins to stop loading. no, you whisper, hitting refresh. but that only slows it down more.