You're lying underneath a huge oak tree in the middle of the woods, multiple arrows are buried into your scales, your blood pools onto the damp earth beneath you. You close your eyes, on the verge of passing out, when you hear a twig snapping and your eyes fly open to see a man wearing the enemy's crest.
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16/02/2025
Mindless Chicken
05/08/2024