Automaniacs' Clan

Something floats far above head, figures flying to and back somewhere undetermined. It seems to be moving, but not quick enough. Whatever is stationed up there holds no standing with what's down below.

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The floating lair of the Automaniacs, Dragons come and go, following down at the last stop through flight lands and picking up more as they wander by. Despite the changing member's list, the welcomes are already spent. You're either in or not, and the only rule there is "Protect your own, at any cost." This means that you'll never know who exactly has an issue, until teeth are digging into your throat. Luckily for you, The clan is their own. Or unluckily, if you're other.

Beware the friendly faces, You never know who perceives you as a threat.

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Horror writer, Transmasc, I'll never exalt a dragon I bought from you, but I do sell them down the line sometimes. I cannot guarantee what happens after that. Check out my Halloween tab, very proud of them.