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Chaores' Story The sun shone brightly on the meadow. It was filled with wild flowers. It was a happy, happy place. Butterflies flew among the flowers, from somewhere there was birdsong. It was the kind of place where one would be at peace. Or skip and sing, which is what a certain being was doing. He looked like a dragon, about the height of an adult human male. His scales were dark purple, and small multi shaped shadows danced over his body in an erratic fashion. He wore a suit of armor that covered him from base of neck to ankle, and it was black with purple trim and covered with chaotic looking shapes that squiggled constantly. There were alsoChaores' Story by ~starlightdraik
Irritated 
Sta.sh
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Well I would have preferred a miracle, but I guess Divine Intervention will have to do.
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"Real students go out of beaten paths, whether beaten by themselves or by others, and have adventures with the unknown." - Robert Henri
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"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to be the slaves of those who have." ~Knighted Feline
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Hate the individual, not the people.
\"Im not complaning, I'm stating the facts.\"
Understanding always comes slowly. We cannot hurry it.
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"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to be the slaves of those who have." ~Knighted Feline
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Hate the individual, not the people.
\"Im not complaning, I'm stating the facts.\"
Understanding always comes slowly. We cannot hurry it.
Please don't kill me!
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Well I would have preferred a miracle, but I guess Divine Intervention will have to do.
--
Hate the individual, not the people.
\"Im not complaning, I'm stating the facts.\"
Understanding always comes slowly. We cannot hurry it.