Dee

Only active dragon with his color combo

Howl for the desert drag, the plumes of sand shifting slowly under a melting sun, the obscured path, the crescent moon. Yearn for the dust-days, the storm-days, wanderlust and empty bellies, open eyes and heavy knapsacks. Cry for the old days, the gone days, when all that were left were shards and memories, fragments of war-days gone past. On every path you bow your head, for you know that above the clouds lays a blue sky and a ticket to a clear future.



~By Silversilver

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By asperitas