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It's All I've Got - Part 1"What the hell is he doing here?" Xytres asked as he looked from his current position to the door where Rain stood, arms folded protectively across his chest, deep blue eyes staring out past the matching blue hair that hung down over his face. The dark elf had been relaxing, taking the day off if you would. He had spent the morning gambling with Sabal and Azaelyn in a game of strip poker. What he originally thought would be an easy win and a quick peep ended up with him storming off quite lacking in garments ... any of them that is.It's All I've Got - Part 1 by MiseryandAzaelyn
Having reclaimed some clothes from his room, he had come back down to the lounge where the two girls were still relaxing, having started a game of chess instead which Sabal was already clearly winning at. Azaelyn was a gambler by profession at times and reading an opponent came easily to her, but Sabal's tactical mind kept the dragon blooded drowess several steps ahead. Xytres had only played the game once with Sabal trying to teach him, but found it took t
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Lost and Found Dragon
His wings were not working like they used to in days of old,
Slowly, inexorably, he was sinking towards the waters of the dark abyss below.
Once long ago he was described by one who knew him as a black swan, powerful in flight but silent in soul,
but no more, different dreams and perceptions made him an outcast among his own kind.
Ridicule from those not gifted with his sight were the first cuts to his soul,
silence and withdrawal were his response.
Then the one whom he thought could love him turned out to be like all the others,
Unprovoked attacks left him bewildered, confused, ever more lonely and hurt.
Caring and devotion were repaid with second place status,
How dare he take up her precious time, she had so many more important things to deal with ... than him.
Still, responsibilities, obligations, promises kept him until the dark abyss grew too close.
He would have stayed but he needed something to hold onto, no matter how small ... but there was nothing.
Now not even a welcoming s
If you don't believe in dragons,|
It is curiously true
That the dragons you disparage
Choose to not believe in you.
~ Jack Prelutsky
Current Residence: Somewhere around a corner, confused with infinity
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Personal Quote: "Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep."