The Earth shifts, revealing a horror beyond time and reason…
It’s cold up this high, the air is thin and hard to breath. We should find the entrance in the next day or so. I can’t eait to find it, I can’t wait to be out of this wind…
A dragon who demands to be told stories, if the person cannot comply, he or she becomes a meal for the dragon.
Ideas ( Lifeforms ) | June 9, 2008 |