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Post by Deaglan Gra O'Meadhra on Dec 6, 2014 11:35:10 GMT -6
Deaglan lands onto the Wildlands once again. He cringes as his paws touch the snow, he never liked the snow. Even though from where he came from, his home village being more North East from here, he never had to deal with snow. Probably the curse not even allowing one of Gaia's beautiful weather phenomenons to occur. Whatever the case, it was cold and wet, and messed up his fur no matter how much he tried protecting it.
As he knew the land from previous years he had seen new buildings, and new people. The SilverScale being one, unsure the reason of why they were there and what their reasons were. Slightly worried about whether him having half dragon blood would make him a friend or a foe. He also noticed the Dragon's Reach, from the name he decided he would have a look. After all him being half tiger did cause curiosity to rouse in him.
He walks up to the building, noticing there is a broken handle. He knocks on the door, hoping that he came at the right time for someone to be available. He brings his wings closer to him to form a wind break, wonderful thing that his wings do not feel the elements unless he wants them too. He leans on his staff waiting for the door to open or someone to come around.
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