typicalia's Clan

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You approach the lair. A soft snort can be heard behind you. You turn, face to face with glinting rose coloured orbs and soft pink scales. The guardian appraises you momentarily, before deciding you could barely be a threat to her.

"Don't cause any trouble," Mire grunts, and for all her girth she steps gracefully around you, joining her other clan mates that have started to gather at your arrival.

A human girl steps out from the midst of dragons, grinning toothily. "You got my message!" She says, before planting a hand on her hip and gesturing with the other.

"Welcome to our lair- make yourself at home!"

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typic, lover of spirals and imperials, coatls and skydancers. give me iri/shim/gem and/or eyespots, or give me death. i love sparkly dragons and pretty colors