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- Dragon
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- caesiusdraco
- Fledgling
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False. I'm actually yoinking pictures off the stock exchange gallery to use for layouts right now.
The person below me has had to suffer some sort of dental work in the last two weeks.
The person below me has had to suffer some sort of dental work in the last two weeks.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
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Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
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Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
True, I asked Sunny about the old Istabitha clutch records. 
The person below me only does one thing on the computer at a time.

The person below me only does one thing on the computer at a time.
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- caesiusdraco
- Fledgling
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False. I have a really bad case of online-update-ADD, and if I don't have at least one distraction, I get bored and quit. XD
The person beneath me wants a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie.
The person beneath me wants a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
- dracosinfernoweyr
- Dragon
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- Mystic Dragon
- Great Wyrm
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Taking dragons? How do you take dragons with someone? Is it like a class? :D Before you really kill me, I'm going to assume you meant talking dragons and in that case it's false. My last dragon related convo was with Sil a few hours back.
The person below me has at least one of their artworks on the wall.
The person below me has at least one of their artworks on the wall.
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- Keilin Alyr
- Dragon
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- Mystic Dragon
- Great Wyrm
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True! We'd start with Dragon Con, then the world!
The person below me has been going over the map trying to figure out just how long a roadtrip it would be to pick us all up.
The person below me has been going over the map trying to figure out just how long a roadtrip it would be to pick us all up.
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- caesiusdraco
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True. But, right now, I'm doing laundry, so +yay for warm, velvet-y robes.
The person below me has gone pumpkin smashing.
The person below me has gone pumpkin smashing.
S.R. / Coeptus Weir
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier
~*~
Before she turns, rose-thorned tail streaking my hood,
I glimpse from her a thought like jagged glass,
Yet delicate with the texture of sentience:
We remain "turtle-apes", only the shells of our armors grow.
-My Bones Waxed Old by Robert Frazier