I hate this form!

"…Do I…?" This man didn’t really seem all that familiar, but the feeling she got just from looking at him… It felt as if the energy he gave off chilled her to the bone. After a moment, she finally realized that the feeling she had was familiar, one she got when she was facing her enemy. Was he…?

So… He really was Grima. Despite his now human form, the princess could easily recognize him now. But, though she was still frightened, she was also confused. Why was he like this? What had happened to him?

She didn’t seem to be drawing her sword. The only way to really strike him down was with the falchion or the person who held the heart of Grima. He couldn’t find a way to get this damn seal off of him.

Well… This was rather strange… He wasn’t making a move to attack her, either. She had thought that he would have struck her down by now. Was there something that was stopping him? There had to be, otherwise she had no doubt that she would have been dead by now.

He would have tried if he was able to use a sword correctly. The Fell Dragon was in his most weakest of stages so many people would have tried slaying him in this form. He couldn't even take his real form anymore and no powers whatsoever. This was not fun at all.

stop my self harm thoughts ((this is a big thing for me))

draw 4 people’s muses ((including oc’s, im sorry fe only..))

i will write 3 drabbles for any ship you have for your muse

i will try to take of myself more

"…Do I…?" This man didn’t really seem all that familiar, but the feeling she got just from looking at him… It felt as if the energy he gave off chilled her to the bone. After a moment, she finally realized that the feeling she had was familiar, one she got when she was facing her enemy. Was he…?

So… He really was Grima. Despite his now human form, the princess could easily recognize him now. But, though she was still frightened, she was also confused. Why was he like this? What had happened to him?

She didn't seem to be drawing her sword. The only way to really strike him down was with the falchion or the person who held the heart of Grima. He couldn't find a way to get this damn seal off of him.

After her first encounter with the abandoned eggs, Morgan had taken to exploring the realm of dragons often, both for research in regards to raising Gerome and Ruhi, and for searching for more abandoned eggs. There weren’t very much to find, and the ones she did, there were few she could rescue; many had gone cold and still by the time she found them, and the tactician had quietly buried them. For all intents and purposes, that large collection she’d found earlier was a rare occurrence… perhaps even a coincidence.

So when the half-taguel came upon a second unguarded clutch, she found her heart racing with anticipation. Carefully the girl inspected them, setting aside the ones that still felt warm and emanated a faint heartbeat from within and burying the ones that were indeed stillborn. By the end of it she counted almost twoscore eggs that still had a chance… if she acted quickly.

"I’ll find you good homes. I promise."