Moltara walks along the edge of a cliff, looking upon the distant horizon, and lush dense forest both behind and below him, the dirt was moist with life, the cliff was a rugged end, with twigs here and there on the walls, at the end of the wall was a large lake, the shimmering rain still shone in the distance in the beautiful sunrise that make the rain release colors of various magnitudes, the sky was perfectly clear with a gold hue. Moltara sits down as he takes off a sheath on his back condensed of pure crystal, rubies, marked everywhere, with the symbol of destruction engraved. he lays it down softly and carefully. and puts both of his paws on the sheath. he feels the dark, fiery power coursing through. he turns his head to look upon the horizon.
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