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I think I liked RP more when it was fewer drafts, but maybe more writing/thought intensive. Maybe not super busy, but worth the effort I got out. I like being able to have my time to draw, which is the career I'm building, and pursue my other hobbies.

@nighttbound continued

"O-Oh, yes, dragons. I'm a dragon. I figured I should be more open about my identity more often-"

Snakes were misunderstood, and so were dragons. Surely she'd be more easily welcomed into this little club of snake lovers.

"Well, I can turn into one...if you need any proof I'd be willing to show you."

The Commander turned through his notes, then back again. He questioned if she referred to some sort of secretive group affiliation--he knew multiple martial arts orders that may have been relevant. She insisted on sharing her identity, very well, let her come forward. 

omg yessss. i love demon school!

I’m here grabbing caps of Kalego like “ah yes faceclaim for the mun” but

I know what’s going to happen after I finish this anime

Sigh.

“I couldn’t care less about fame and glory,” she huffs, blowing a stray strand of blue hair out of her face.

“I simply want to give my kin a proper burial. Being dug up and then strung up in a museum to be gawked at after what happened to all of them… it’s completely and utterly disrespectful.”

His eyes illuminated, his interest renewed. 

“Oh, so you have more than a point to prove. This is a mission, a mass reclamation. When they said you were called Wyvern, I expected it was all some sort of gimmick. Every vigilante and villain alike loves to put on a name that’s big and formidable, and for most of them, it’s bigger than they are.” 

Len Starter for @nighttbound

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The blonde looked out at the downpour that started by the time he came out of the grocery store. A heavy sigh left his lips, the weight from bags a reminder of the perishable food he had. The ice cream was going to be half melted at least.

Then, Len flinched as he heard a loud car approaching. 

An old, black charger pulled up in the street beside Len. The car rumbled as it came to a halt. The rain slid across the passenger window. Slowly, the pane rolled down, and the driver appeared in view.

A familiar suited man with long hair smiled over to Len. 

“You sure seem to care a lot about what other people like to do as friends, though. Isn’t that liking something? Liking to despise friendship?”

No Heart’s eyes shot wide and he stunned himself into silence. He made a loud, fussing noise.