#formerdragontrapper

Fang had joined not two days ago before being shoved threw a weapons skills test and put in a group of people who she didn't recognize. The only one she dose is a tall brad Viking with black dreaded hair and a deep booming voice.

"These groups you are standing in are your crew you will either fight together, capture dragons, and live or fight agents each other and get eaten by what you are trapping." Without another word he turns and walks away.

Watching the rest of her crew walk away she follow behind them to where they are walking.

My gods there are so many kinds of people here! Some sport wooden carvings braided into their beards others have war paint or tattoos of many different colors and then there are others who have large scares they seem to show off rather then hide. Either way she found it exciting to see so many different people fighting for the same thing.

I'm going to this youth group event tomorrow night and we're going to watch The Lego Movie.

I'm watching Tron: Legacy right now

on the first weekend after school starts, all the highschoolers are going to Dallas Valley for a mini retreat overnight and it's the only reason I'm even remotely excited for this year.

Fall Out Boy's album Save Rock And Roll was the first ever album I have purchased.

I always cry over what happened to Gwen Stacy literally every single time it's brought up.

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  Eret really didn’t mean for this to be as romantic as it was. They were just walking and talking. The conversation was deep sometimes and then it became silly. They talked about everything. Soon the two just sat by a stream as the sun started to set and Eret suddenly ran out of things to say. The sun reflected on her hair so beautifully that he couldn’t help but smile and stare. After he caught himself staring, the two sat in silence as the stars started to appear. The moon shining down on her hair was even more beautiful then the sun setting over it. He had to take a few glances every once and a while.

    Dusk had been a mirage of citrus color, and Merida couldn't disagree that it'd been a fulfilling day of shooting, sword fighting, and challenging one-on-one hand combat with the former dragon trapper. He never failed at surprising her with his relevantly skilled tactics and she never imagined her limbs becoming so sore from practice. Though she wouldn't admit to it, Eret had just about knocked all the energy from her--and even her father hadn't managed to do this. 

   They'd been walking along the banks of the stream, talking about the days work and shared many laughs over Merida's stubbornness with weapons. Her eyes would wander into his, then to the smirk that gently cut across his face. There seemed to be a hidden softness to it, but the princess couldn't quite put her finger on it yet. As they sat themselves on the bank, she could feel his lukewarm brown eyes hovering over her every once in awhile. 

   [ He was not amused in the slightest. ]

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