Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 3:38:01 GMT -5
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The wears of these modern nights were surely skimpy, and Marina was not sure what to feel exactly; was she supposed to feel happy for the freedom it gave her? Or feel lost to walk around in what it seemed to be something woven out of wool and cotton? Two thousand years ago, when she was yet a simple dragon, Marina was only clad in the strength of fur, steel, and iron; they managed to make her feel safe although they couldn't do a thing against an angered dragon or any other kind of the supernatural species. Regardless and by any means, Marina was not naked at all, in fact what was chosen for her as an attire hid her skin and proportions pretty much well, but as the common wisdom goes; the less you reveal, the more people can wonder.
Oh please forgive her; this was not Marina's intention at all, that was dressed in whatever was given in her wardrobe, and provocative dressing was not her kind of preference.
Aside from the wolf pack who had issues in New york city, there was something else which garnered her complete undivided attention; Rogue dragons, hence the term more specified for them was Dragon deacon. Why Deacon? But they acted according to their own belief and conviction outside the umbrella of the council that governed and dictated the purpose of most of the dragon population. So deacons are simply clergy men and women who followed the gospel of their own whims or the song of the mother dragon.
Deep in her heart; Marina didn't hate the rogues, but it was her work to limit the menace they offered, for a dragon unleashed was a mortal danger indeed. Once upon a time; she had to fight her own rogue husband killing him in the end, and that left a scar never to heal in her heart. Regardless; a junior dragon reported the sighting of what it seemed to be several rogue dragons in new york city, and he didn't engage in combat as per commands.
Therefore; Marina was there in Staten island taking a walk in one of it's grand parks while her thoughts her focused about whether these sightings meant some a start of a new congregation that aspired for a grand rebellion or was it simply the sheer work of coincidence.
It was night, and the night was still young..
The wears of these modern nights were surely skimpy, and Marina was not sure what to feel exactly; was she supposed to feel happy for the freedom it gave her? Or feel lost to walk around in what it seemed to be something woven out of wool and cotton? Two thousand years ago, when she was yet a simple dragon, Marina was only clad in the strength of fur, steel, and iron; they managed to make her feel safe although they couldn't do a thing against an angered dragon or any other kind of the supernatural species. Regardless and by any means, Marina was not naked at all, in fact what was chosen for her as an attire hid her skin and proportions pretty much well, but as the common wisdom goes; the less you reveal, the more people can wonder.
Oh please forgive her; this was not Marina's intention at all, that was dressed in whatever was given in her wardrobe, and provocative dressing was not her kind of preference.
Aside from the wolf pack who had issues in New york city, there was something else which garnered her complete undivided attention; Rogue dragons, hence the term more specified for them was Dragon deacon. Why Deacon? But they acted according to their own belief and conviction outside the umbrella of the council that governed and dictated the purpose of most of the dragon population. So deacons are simply clergy men and women who followed the gospel of their own whims or the song of the mother dragon.
Deep in her heart; Marina didn't hate the rogues, but it was her work to limit the menace they offered, for a dragon unleashed was a mortal danger indeed. Once upon a time; she had to fight her own rogue husband killing him in the end, and that left a scar never to heal in her heart. Regardless; a junior dragon reported the sighting of what it seemed to be several rogue dragons in new york city, and he didn't engage in combat as per commands.
Therefore; Marina was there in Staten island taking a walk in one of it's grand parks while her thoughts her focused about whether these sightings meant some a start of a new congregation that aspired for a grand rebellion or was it simply the sheer work of coincidence.
It was night, and the night was still young..
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