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Ÿ̤ë̤ä̤r̤̈s̤̈ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ p̤̈ä̤s̤̈s̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ l̤̈ï̤ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ẅ̤ä̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ä̤g̤̈ë̤ ö̤f̤̈ s̤̈ë̤v̤̈ë̤n̤̈ẗ̤ë̤ë̤n̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ë̤n̤̈ ṳ̈p̤̈ f̤̈r̤̈ö̤m̤̈ ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ b̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ f̤̈ï̤ẍ̤ë̤d̤̈ ï̤ẗ̤ ṳ̈p̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ï̤m̤̈s̤̈ë̤l̤̈f̤̈ r̤̈ë̤ä̤d̤̈ÿ̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ d̤̈ä̤ÿ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ë̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤ö̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ï̤ë̤l̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ä̤r̤̈ẗ̤ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈k̤̈ ï̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ï̤ë̤l̤̈d̤̈s̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ö̤n̤̈c̤̈ë̤ ḧ̤ë̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ë̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ï̤ë̤l̤̈d̤̈s̤̈ ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ä̤ẗ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ g̤̈r̤̈ä̤b̤̈b̤̈ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ö̤m̤̈ë̤ ä̤p̤̈p̤̈l̤̈ë̤s̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈ö̤m̤̈ë̤ l̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ṳ̈c̤̈ë̤ f̤̈r̤̈ö̤m̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ g̤̈ä̤r̤̈d̤̈ë̤n̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ë̤n̤̈ẗ̤ b̤̈ä̤c̤̈k̤̈ ï̤n̤̈s̤̈ï̤d̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ä̤r̤̈ẗ̤ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ c̤̈ḧ̤ö̤p̤̈ ṳ̈p̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ l̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ṳ̈c̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ä̤p̤̈p̤̈l̤̈ë̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤n̤̈ p̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤m̤̈ ï̤n̤̈ẗ̤ö̤ ä̤ b̤̈ö̤ẅ̤l̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ä̤r̤̈ẗ̤ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ m̤̈ä̤k̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈ ä̤p̤̈p̤̈l̤̈ë̤ s̤̈ä̤l̤̈ä̤d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ p̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ ï̤ẗ̤ ö̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẗ̤ä̤b̤̈l̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ÿ̤ë̤l̤̈l̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ‟ṳ̈n̤̈c̤̈l̤̈ë̤! C̤̈ö̤m̤̈ë̤ d̤̈ö̤ẅ̤n̤̈ ï̤ m̤̈ä̤d̤̈ë̤ b̤̈r̤̈ë̤ä̤k̤̈f̤̈ä̤s̤̈ẗ̤!‟ f̤̈ë̤r̤̈n̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ ṳ̈p̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ä̤l̤̈k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẗ̤ä̤b̤̈l̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ï̤r̤̈ë̤d̤̈l̤̈ÿ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈ä̤ẗ̤ d̤̈ö̤ẅ̤n̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈ä̤ï̤d̤̈ ‟l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ m̤̈ÿ̤ b̤̈ö̤ÿ̤ ḧ̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ d̤̈ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈r̤̈ m̤̈ö̤r̤̈n̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈s̤̈ ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈k̤̈?‟ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ n̤̈ö̤d̤̈d̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ l̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤ẗ̤ f̤̈ë̤r̤̈n̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈ä̤ï̤d̤̈ ‟ÿ̤ë̤s̤̈ ṳ̈n̤̈c̤̈l̤̈ë̤ ï̤ ḧ̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤ d̤̈ö̤n̤̈ë̤ m̤̈ÿ̤ m̤̈ö̤r̤̈n̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈s̤̈ ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈k̤̈ b̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ c̤̈ö̤ṳ̈l̤̈d̤̈ ï̤ p̤̈ö̤s̤̈s̤̈ï̤b̤̈l̤̈ÿ̤ g̤̈ö̤ ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤ö̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ë̤s̤̈ẗ̤ ï̤ ẅ̤ö̤ṳ̈l̤̈d̤̈ r̤̈ë̤ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ÿ̤ l̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ö̤ p̤̈r̤̈ä̤c̤̈ẗ̤ï̤c̤̈ë̤ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ m̤̈ÿ̤ s̤̈ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ m̤̈ÿ̤ b̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ä̤r̤̈r̤̈ö̤ẅ̤‟ f̤̈ë̤r̤̈n̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ö̤k̤̈ ä̤ m̤̈ï̤n̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ë̤ ẗ̤ö̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈k̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈m̤̈ï̤l̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ‟ö̤f̤̈ c̤̈ö̤ṳ̈r̤̈s̤̈ë̤ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈k̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ö̤ ḧ̤ä̤r̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ n̤̈ë̤ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ö̤m̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ï̤m̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ö̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈r̤̈s̤̈ë̤l̤̈f̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈r̤̈ ä̤ g̤̈r̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ l̤̈ä̤d̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ n̤̈ë̤ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ḧ̤ö̤ẅ̤ ẗ̤ö̤ ẗ̤ä̤k̤̈ë̤ c̤̈ä̤r̤̈ë̤ ö̤f̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈r̤̈s̤̈ë̤l̤̈f̤̈ n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ g̤̈ö̤ ḧ̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤ f̤̈ṳ̈n̤̈ ï̤ ẅ̤ï̤l̤̈l̤̈ b̤̈ë̤ f̤̈ï̤n̤̈ë̤‟ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ ä̤ b̤̈r̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ s̤̈m̤̈ï̤l̤̈ë̤ ö̤n̤̈ ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ f̤̈ä̤c̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ë̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤ö̤ g̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ ẅ̤ö̤ö̤d̤̈ë̤n̤̈ s̤̈ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈d̤̈ f̤̈r̤̈ö̤m̤̈ ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ r̤̈ö̤ö̤m̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ ẅ̤ö̤ö̤d̤̈ë̤n̤̈ b̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ë̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ä̤r̤̈r̤̈ö̤ẅ̤s̤̈ḧ̤ë̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ m̤̈ä̤d̤̈ë̤ b̤̈ÿ̤ ḧ̤ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ë̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤s̤̈ï̤d̤̈ë̤ s̤̈ë̤ë̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈ṳ̈n̤̈ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ s̤̈ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ö̤ b̤̈r̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ b̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ j̤̈ṳ̈s̤̈ẗ̤ r̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẗ̤r̤̈ë̤ë̤s̤̈ ẅ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤ b̤̈l̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ä̤ẗ̤ ä̤ s̤̈ẗ̤ë̤ä̤d̤̈ÿ̤ p̤̈ä̤c̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ l̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤r̤̈ö̤ṳ̈n̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ s̤̈m̤̈ï̤l̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ r̤̈ä̤n̤̈ ï̤n̤̈ẗ̤ö̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ë̤s̤̈ẗ̤ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ s̤̈ẅ̤ö̤r̤̈d̤̈ b̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ä̤r̤̈r̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈ṳ̈n̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẗ̤r̤̈ë̤ë̤s̤̈ m̤̈ä̤d̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ë̤s̤̈ẗ̤ l̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ l̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ë̤s̤̈ẗ̤ ẅ̤ä̤s̤̈ b̤̈ë̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ g̤̈ṳ̈ï̤d̤̈ë̤d̤̈ b̤̈ÿ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ä̤n̤̈g̤̈ë̤l̤̈s̤̈ ḧ̤ä̤r̤̈m̤̈ö̤n̤̈ï̤ö̤ṳ̈s̤̈ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ s̤̈m̤̈ï̤l̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤ẗ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ b̤̈ë̤ä̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ï̤f̤̈ṳ̈l̤̈ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ḧ̤ë̤n̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ c̤̈ö̤n̤̈ẗ̤ï̤n̤̈ṳ̈ë̤d̤̈ ö̤n̤̈ẅ̤ä̤r̤̈d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤r̤̈ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ë̤s̤̈ẗ̤ ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈ä̤ẅ̤ ä̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ c̤̈ä̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ï̤ö̤ṳ̈s̤̈l̤̈ÿ̤ ẅ̤ë̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ṳ̈p̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ ï̤ẗ̤ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ẅ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ẗ̤ö̤ ë̤ẍ̤p̤̈ë̤c̤̈ẗ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈ä̤ẅ̤ ï̤ẗ̤ ẅ̤ä̤s̤̈ ä̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈ä̤ï̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ ḧ̤ï̤m̤̈s̤̈ë̤l̤̈f̤̈ ‟ï̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ ä̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ï̤ẗ̤ s̤̈ṳ̈r̤̈ë̤ l̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈s̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ö̤ b̤̈ï̤g̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ b̤̈ë̤ ä̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ẅ̤ḧ̤ï̤c̤̈ḧ̤ ï̤s̤̈ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤n̤̈ ä̤s̤̈ ä̤ r̤̈ṳ̈b̤̈ÿ̤... Ḧ̤m̤̈m̤̈ m̤̈ä̤ÿ̤b̤̈ë̤ ï̤f̤̈ ï̤ l̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤r̤̈ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤ m̤̈ÿ̤ b̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ m̤̈ä̤ÿ̤b̤̈ë̤ ï̤ c̤̈ö̤ṳ̈l̤̈d̤̈ f̤̈ï̤g̤̈ṳ̈r̤̈ë̤ ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ ẅ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ r̤̈ë̤ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ÿ̤ ï̤s̤̈‟ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ë̤n̤̈ ö̤ṳ̈ẗ̤ ä̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤c̤̈k̤̈ l̤̈ä̤ÿ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ b̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ p̤̈ï̤c̤̈ẗ̤ṳ̈r̤̈ë̤s̤̈ ö̤f̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ d̤̈ï̤f̤̈f̤̈ë̤r̤̈ë̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤ÿ̤p̤̈ë̤s̤̈ ö̤f̤̈ b̤̈r̤̈ë̤ë̤d̤̈s̤̈ ö̤f̤̈ d̤̈r̤̈ä̤g̤̈ö̤n̤̈s̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ f̤̈l̤̈ï̤p̤̈p̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤r̤̈ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤ m̤̈ä̤n̤̈ÿ̤ p̤̈ä̤g̤̈ë̤s̤̈ ẅ̤ḧ̤ë̤n̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ s̤̈ä̤ẅ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ï̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ b̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ l̤̈ö̤ö̤k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ä̤ẗ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ s̤̈ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ẅ̤ä̤s̤̈ ï̤n̤̈ f̤̈r̤̈ö̤n̤̈ẗ̤ö̤f̤̈ ḧ̤ï̤m̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ẗ̤ö̤ ḧ̤ï̤m̤̈s̤̈ë̤l̤̈f̤̈ ‟s̤̈ö̤ ï̤ẗ̤s̤̈ ä̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ d̤̈r̤̈ä̤g̤̈ö̤n̤̈ b̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ ẅ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ g̤̈ë̤m̤̈ ö̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ë̤g̤̈g̤̈ ï̤ m̤̈ä̤ÿ̤ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ ẅ̤ḧ̤ÿ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ï̤ k̤̈n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ f̤̈ë̤r̤̈n̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ẅ̤ö̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤r̤̈ṳ̈s̤̈ẗ̤ m̤̈ë̤ ï̤f̤̈ ï̤ b̤̈r̤̈ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ï̤ẗ̤ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ m̤̈ë̤ b̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ ï̤ c̤̈ä̤n̤̈ẗ̤ j̤̈ṳ̈s̤̈ẗ̤ l̤̈ë̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤ ḧ̤ï̤m̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤ ḧ̤ë̤ ẅ̤ï̤l̤̈l̤̈ d̤̈ï̤ë̤ ï̤f̤̈ ï̤ l̤̈ë̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤ ḧ̤ï̤m̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤‟ l̤̈ï̤g̤̈g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ p̤̈ï̤c̤̈k̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ṳ̈p̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ d̤̈r̤̈ä̤g̤̈ö̤n̤̈ ë̤g̤̈g̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ p̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ ï̤ẗ̤ ï̤n̤̈ẗ̤ö̤ ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ b̤̈ä̤g̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ r̤̈ä̤n̤̈ b̤̈ä̤c̤̈k̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ f̤̈ë̤r̤̈n̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈

+Gandora Giga Rays
+John Kohles
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After getting back from a short trip with Amejisuto Opāru I dismount from sitting on her back and begin to gather her some special plants as a snack Here you are. I know you have to be hungry after flying for so long my friend.

Amejisuto Opāru: smiles Thank you Torval. sits down carefully and uses my upper set of arms to gather small bits of the plant matter and begins to eat

Torval: smiles and sits next to her So what shall we do?

((Open rp))

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Dragon profile
Name: Crystalia
Age: ten million twenty five years old
Gender: female
Powers: Super speed, creating Light, and making Crystal armor
Symbol: Light
Personality: Loyal, quick to act, takes some things too seriously, but kind.
Bio: in order for her to be as strong as her father and mother, Crystalia went into deep hibernation deep in the earth. After reawakening, she finds that alot has changed. She meets John Utopin while exploring the new world, and they bond very fast, even though John was nervous about hurting her.
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Ligghts story chapter one will be added soon
+Gandora Giga Rays
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Lights adventure: prologue: sorrows in the darkest of times

Long ago there was a war that had threatened many kingdoms the darkness had brought the light to their darkest days only few had managed to defeat the darkness and light was once again brought to the kingdoms and many years after the kingdom of Solaris the king and queen of that kingdom had a prince and his name was prince ligght and once the kingdom had settled down to rest and the king sat in his throne room not only seeing any changes

King: “things are too quiet I know I said I wanted some peace but this isn’t what I had in mind”

Soon the king heard a horse stop in its tracks as the king looked intently and saw an old friend of his fernand and Fernand had shaggy grey beard and it looked like it needed a good shave and ragged clothes and had a couple of holes in them and fernand looked up at the king

Fernand: my dear youngster loyd! How have you been?!

Loyd: fernand! It’s been so long old friend! I’ve missed you! I’ve been fantastic I now have a son!

Fernand: that’s fantastic! I would love to see the young lad!

Loyd: follow me fernand

Loyd had got up from his chair and fernand had followed him through a narrow hallway filled with paintings of royalty of the kingdom of Solaris and as they approached ligghts room

Loyd: “we have to be quiet if he awakes it’s going to be hard getting him back to sleep again”

Loyd and fernand went up to ligghts crib as ligght slept peacefully in his crib

Loyd: “fernand I need you to take him”

Fernand: “why?”

Loyd: because I have a bad feeling I won’t be able to take care of him this feeling has been in my gut for quite some time now that someone or something will destroy this wonderful kingdom can you take him can you do that? For me?”

Fernand: picks up ligght “I will do it as your dying wish I will be heading out now but before I do know that your son will be strong and pure of heart just like you old friend farewell” takes ligght

Fernand has left with ligght and as the minutes pass the skies became a very dark black and feeling the darkness surrounding the kingdom of Solaris as a giant dragon covered half of the kingdom with his bare wings and its massive body and the dragon burned everything to a crisp the king and queen and everything in Solaris had died from the attack and a guy with a black cloak on watched from the distance with a slight smirk

???: good now with that out of the way I can now focus what’s important deposit of that of the dragon king but knowing him he would remain hidden I might wait awhile until I complete that now that this kingdom is done and finished the light shall not bother me anymore! he laughed to himself evilly and walks off without saying another word

((This is open))

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Role play anyone?

竜神
Ryuujin meaning dragon lord, god, king

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Name: ligght
Age: 15
Gender: male
Royal or knight: he’s a royal
Alias: good
Weapon: drconian sword of the eternal sun
Personality: is brave and kind hearted loves to fight for what is right
Bio: was born in the kingdom of Solaris and was naturally a prince and then was taken to safety by his uncle and his kingdom was destroyed by a giant dragon and during the time he had gotten older he found a dragon egg and he raised it and when the dragon got older knights from the kingdom of death cams and killed his uncle in front of ligght and ligght and inferno vowed to stop whoever did this to his uncle
Kingdom: Solaris kingdom of the eternal sun
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Name: John Utopin
Age: 25
Gender: male
Royal or knight: Knight
Alias: Utopic Photon
Weapon: Sapphire Wolf Blade
Personality: kind, helpful, and protective, but mostly a loner (explained in the bio)
Bio: I was your simple guy, enjoying life with friends and family. However, that changed when a group of rogue knights came to my home village, killing everyone except the children. I was lucky to escape due to a sword appearing before me. I took the sapphire colored blade in hand, and blacked out. When I came to, I was in a cave still holding the blade, moonlight reflecting of its metal. I couldn't remember escaping, either. I usually stay away from others now, feeling I might hurt them some how without meaning to.
Kingdom: Light
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Name: johan
Age: 14
Gender: male
Royal or knight: royal
Alias: good
Weapon: rainbow crystal sword
Personality: easy going and full of energy
Bio: is the prince of the kingdom of light and has a special bond with a rare form of dragon
Kingdom: novara kingdom of light
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