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Herpetology is not the study of STD's. The more you know.
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I share Ron Swanson's love of breakfast food.
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"Did you eat the entire pizza?" "...Yes"
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My plan was to make her both completely SFW and a bit of a hot head. If things don't go her way, let's just say it won't end well.

Can't wait to see how this turns out!
My submission - @Kuroyomihime
If any edits need to be made, please let me know.


@VoiD

When do you plan on starting?
@SM64Dude If there's any problems with it, let me know.



Got it! :D
Could I maybe get a character sheet? <.<

Don't need one, just prefer one
I'll be sure to include Timestamps to any future posts. I'll edit my latest, but I'm too lazy to go any further than that.
Norix nervously played with her sleeves. She knew that Dracons enjoyed gossip, but she didn't quite enjoy being the center of their attention. Nasty things could easily be spread in the large game of telephone that they enjoyed playing. She didn't want to think it got to her, but it did. Nori wanted to do her best to prove herself, but she knew the power of words. A simple lie could take down everything she worked so hard for. Norix felt self-conscious about her wardrobe choice as everyone looked at her, judging her. But she wouldn't change. She refused. If she lived in such a world that people would stab you with words and glares for wearing something, she wouldn't accept it. Norix wanted a new world. One without such harsh judgment.

Nori looked towards the blue-clad Dracon. She didn't expect a meeting so soon. She didn't feel like she prepared enough. She felt dirty and stupid, a feeling that would probably worsen when she was under the Prince's gaze. Norix couldn't let it show. She had to make a good impression, both of herself and her caravan. She straightened herself and put her head up high. She would be meeting the Prince, and she had to look like she deserved it.

Norix patted her bag, making sure her cards were still there. She hoped the Prince wouldn't think it silly that she used normal playing cards to tell fortune, but it was her deck. Anything else simply wouldn't work. She followed the gold and blue dressed Dracon, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

@Aristocles
"Good day to you, Renal," Valvius moved the sword he was previously working on into a separate rack, and put a card on the hilt. He stepped towards Vocere and took the piece of metal. "What were we working on this time, Vocere?" Valv set the piece onto his forge.

He would work on it later, he had other orders to fill. He pulled a dented sword from a rack and began warming it up in his forge. It wouldn't take too long to fix up the sword. Besides, if Valvius made a show of it, Vocere might get a tad impatient and pay him a bit more than his usual fee to get his piece done first.

Valvius hoped Renal was right and that his sister would actually enjoy seeing him. Negative thoughts filled his mind.
What if she's not really there?
What if she doesn't really want to see you and Renal is making a fool of you?
and finally the worst of his thoughts.
What if I get there, only to find that she's been butchered?

Valv's mind raced thinking about the meeting. It had been at least a decade since they had seen each other. She might not even be the same person. Hell, she might not even remember who he is. Or worse, she could think of him as some sort of villain. Someone who abandoned their family. Someone who wasn't there to grieve when their parents died. Someone who wasn't worth loving anymore. Someone who wasn't her brother.

Valvius quietly pounded away at the sword, as if he was smacking the negative thoughts from his mind. He didn't have time to think about it, he had work to do. Plus, if he didn't at least pretend to listen to Vocere, he might leave with his piece, taking it to some other shop. Someone who would listen.

@Ithradine
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