Sentinal Dragon
It stood on the cliff and looked down. So many of the creatures could have been easy prey. But though it hungered, and thirsted, and longed for flight, it could not leave the cliff ledge. It simply could not. It stood there as a statue would. It was the sentinal dragon.
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I fly out with my wings killing anything that gets in my way.Duh.
But you're lost, you don't know which way is which.
I don't need to I just fly out of the desert then go to a random city.Simple as that.
I would talk to the little unicorns that apperared to be surrounding me and ask what direction to go. Then i would go in that direction and get terribly lost because they were mirages.
I'm sorry Anna, you need to make a character to post in the posts with the title (*).
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