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[Tear.dr0ps]

_{His deep Mahogany peltageshone brightly as it crasaded along the rocky turf. His sharp reactions were cautious but extreamly testy. His eavesdroppers swivled back into a lace position and his weight shifted he reared upon the sky. Appendeges shot out and stoke the oxygon. His moved swift and emotionlessly as he moved upon the quenched turf. He dignantly raise his skull and his dentals took a hold of his chest rippling the flesh from a small portion of it. His crimson liqued reached the ground dripping slowly. The gash was a meer scar that would heal, it hadn't been painful yet it felt good to feel pain again too. His motions marked that he claimed the cursed palace of bloody medows}