heyyyyyy people!!! I'm Stella or Aayra in this storybook. I know Skye already from this other story we're doing and is a dream to work with.I hope to meet and work with y'all soon. I'm going to try to develop my character in this story from a short tempered, spolied princess to a confident, powerful spell caster.
“A child of five could understand this. Fetch me a child of five.”- Groucho Marx
If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."-J. Danforth Quayle
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it- M. Twain
I didn't join it because I can't be a werewolf, and I hate being anything else (Yeah, Werewolf PONES Dragonborn).
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Yeah, the dragonborn wouldn't get close. Werewolves are just too strong.
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
Well in my opinion it's all brute and no brains but to play the game your way how do you think a dragonborn is well born? The messed up childhood and the weird growing pains. I'd rather be bitten by a werewolf and be all awesome every full moon. Besides how many people have heard of a dragonborn? Come on now.
“A child of five could understand this. Fetch me a child of five.”- Groucho Marx
If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."-J. Danforth Quayle
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it- M. Twain
Dragonborns were first originated in D&D (Dungeon and Dragons) I liked the idea because I LOVE dragons (as my username suggests) so I decided to use it for my SB.
I still think a half-dragon even existing is outraegously preposterous. Werewolves, on the other hand....
He stumbled slightly, the limp in his leg still there. He dared not to look at the place he used to call home. He could feel the heat from the fire, the fire that he himself had ignited. He blinked back tears, as he limped away.
It's FICTION Nicholas, and if you think that it's possible for a bite to enable a man to transform into a larger-than-normal wolf, under the full moon can possibly make sense...
Hey everyone, I'm Cinderwitch in the storybook! This is the first storybook I've been able to participate in, so it should be a lot of fun. P.S. Werewolves are cool, but dragonborns are cooler. Both are fictional, though, so of course it doesn't really matter.
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"You could look at the raindrops on your window, or you could look through the window and see the rainbow."
