Post by shadowreine on Oct 29, 2008 23:30:17 GMT -5
Kymth was tired.
He was literally tired, he'd been out for a good, long flight and now his wings ached pleasantly, not the burning of an injury but that good, gentle ember that spoke of the aftermath of exercise.
He was also tired of being the smallest dragon around. Other than pinks, and what did pinks count for? Well, sure, they had their uses. They could get in places even he couldn't. They were often willing to do stuff nobody else wanted.
They didn't mate, though. And even the small females turned their snouts up at a small, small, -small- silver-bronze...
He was literally tired, he'd been out for a good, long flight and now his wings ached pleasantly, not the burning of an injury but that good, gentle ember that spoke of the aftermath of exercise.
He was also tired of being the smallest dragon around. Other than pinks, and what did pinks count for? Well, sure, they had their uses. They could get in places even he couldn't. They were often willing to do stuff nobody else wanted.
They didn't mate, though. And even the small females turned their snouts up at a small, small, -small- silver-bronze...
