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Original Trace and Flora

Las versiones originales de Trace y Flora (Kaylia) regresaron, ahora conocemos que abría hecho Trace originalmente y seria jinete de dragones, lo que quiere decir que sin importar que universo alterno o versión Trace siempre va a estar relacionado de alguna forma con Nora XD, boceto sugerido por Combak.

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All my Kaylia sketches with @vellatra

Crackship i made with her. Low key cute.

Neburem was rocked by the Red Dragon General after Tiamats Great Wyrms fell to The Thunderbolts.

In an effort to win in some way he turned to Neburem, and reveled the truth. In his past he used to be the Blue Dragon General. After turning on Tiamat he was soundly defeated for his treachery against the Dragon Cult, his body wiped of memories and dumped in the sands of a desert.

After the battle he was shaken, but that wasn’t the end. Neburem was imprisoned for this truth when King Vulkus, First Among Equals had him taken away to be magically examined for his lost memories. The party clamored for his freedom, and for him to be granted mercy since he fought against the Cult, even if in his past life he had been a dragon General.

When he was unconscious in Koultek’s lab the party waiting for him right outside the door, even inside Neburem was made to remember everything.

When he was finally released they all came to support him. He’s sure that he can’t make up for what he’s done in the past, but even if he can’t they reassured him that today he fight against Tiamat and her cult.

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@kayl-ia

The current situation was far from new or something the demon hadn't already done, but still it was peculiar trying to decipher words impossible to be understood, mixed with laughter, sometimes a crying voice, sobs, grumbles. Usually, those situations also happened at dusk, but around three in the afternoon being with a drunk stranger seemed like a good story to be told in the future, for anyone who would love to listen.

“Yeah, um. Sure, but... How about if you focus and tell me where you live so I can take you home?” Kayl sighed for the fifteenth time, as was the futile attempt to get the strange man to stand up or else speak in his language so he could understand something. “Breathe and please, speak calmly.” At times like this one become easy to see that in fact, one of— if not the only virtue of the demon was his patience.

It had been a day and a half. Zitao had heard some news from back home- his real home that one of the creatures that had been his parents (the Ixtab did not really have ‘parents’ but caretakers- seeing as the Ixtab were not born but grown) had passed away in an attack of a rogue ship.

Naum, they thought.

The side Zitao had passed over to. Traitor. He knew what he was and thus at ten that morning he had taken himself down to the clubs and drank until he didn’t know his left from his right and his up from his down and now he was leaning against some stranger with a fancy face who seemed to want to help him.

“spaaaace.” he finally managed to get out, giggling really. How funny it was to live in space but not really- he was still stuck on this rotten planet, hah!

Dumb shit. Zitao decided, really dumb fucking shit.

Glancing up from the tub of ice cream she had borrowed from the cafeteria freezer, Jieun stared at the boy for a moment assessing whether he would pose a danger in the near future. He didn’t look a teacher, didn’t have that vibe and so she shrugged, spoon dipping back in the container of chocolate chip fudge ice cream. 

“Too much to think about at the moment making sleep a bother.” She had drank coffee, then tea and then with a craving for ice cream but with none in her freezer she had decided to check the cafeteria.

“How about you? Or are you a vampire and technically this is your morning?”

The witch shook her head, holding out the paper that had the name of the Tattoo shop and "Kayl volunteers to help Katarina for the day."

It was written on quite thick parchment, had been given to her after winning a poker game the night before.

Pulling a notebook from her bag she began to write before turning the paper around for the other man to read her message.

'He said his name was Kayl and he worked here and would gladly help me for the day, but really I only need help for the afternoon. Is he not working today? I have a few things that i need help with that well...rescheduling would be difficult.'