From Create Your Own Story

His thick black skinned claw raced to meet my face, a smirk made its way to my deep violet lips. His tails hit the ground with a thud and the gust of wind that his strike was creating ruffled my orange pink hair. I moved my small hand out to the side in a defensive position while my friends drew their weapons. My blue eyes danced over the beasts strong body and counted the barking, growling, and drooling heads.


  Draw your magical weapon
  Run for cover
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