Daimon sits and leans quietly against the tree, for his size he is unbelievably light. He looks down at the clear, blue water. Watching the fish follow their mate, He wonders if he would have a mate. Male or Female was fine, he just wanted to be with someone. He gets up and stretches, rattling his spikes as he circled the pond. Just as he spots you, he stops in his tracks.
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