Crestcrazy2
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Um yeah it’s awesome btwWHAT?! I drew this yesterday!

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Um yeah it’s awesome btwWHAT?! I drew this yesterday!
WHAT?! I drew this yesterday!
You did?? I didn't see it XD)Um yeah it’s awesome btw![]()
Thank you!Um yeah it’s awesome btw![]()
Just while I was making this new pfp. Redrawing got digitally looks better online.You did?? I didn't see it XD)
OkThank you!
Just while I was making this new pfp. Redrawing got digitally looks better online.
I’m probably going to keep this one for a while, though!!
Could I see it?? The drawing?)Thank you!
Just while I was making this new pfp. Redrawing got digitally looks better online.
I’m probably going to keep this one for a while, though!!
“ Monarche Basalt has gathered an army, that I would think you Know by the looks of your many weary informants and scouts.” He said, looking around the room. “ monarche Vixon also has every Enfernae willing to fight standing with her and her commanders. They are coming to mount ascension for the final battle. You and your dragons, your highness, are the last free tribe opposing him. Apollyon will try and defeat us, but we will be the ones who are victorious. Do you except this plan?” He askedStorm: what is his message? *storm swished her tail side to side lightly as she listened for his response. She was anxious at the moment, but managed to keep that fact hidden. For she still believed that appollyon had other intentions then just the small force that was currently attacking. Wich had been confirmed when her scouts reported finding an area where a large group of dragons had been hiding out.*
*storm was already aware that her tribe was the only one left, and he was right when he assumed she knew about their armies. But it is their thoughts and plans she didn't know.*“ Monarche Basalt has gathered an army, that I would think you Know by the looks of your many weary informants and scouts.” He said, looking around the room. “ monarche Vixon also has every Enfernae willing to fight standing with her and her commanders. They are coming to mount ascension for the final battle. You and your dragons, your highness, are the last free tribe opposing him. Apollyon will try and defeat us, but we will be the ones who are victorious. Do you except this plan?” He asked
(*Other three)other two
Marsh eyed her carefully, wondering why she was being so secretive. He hadn’t been informed of any watchstones being in Apollyons possession. He took the letter and slipped it carefully into his shoulder pouch. He turned to leave but a thought stopped him, claws tangling on the air. He turned to her. “ You wouldn’t happen to know of a weaponsmith around here would you? I’m looking for something of…importance.”*storm was already aware that her tribe was the only one left, and he was right when he assumed she knew about their armies. But it is their thoughts and plans she didn't know.*
Storm: Vixen has agreed to go along with this? *she could see Basalt doing it, but Vixen tended to be undecisive.* thanks to a defector from the enemy, we have recently come into possession of one of the missing watch stones. I assume he probably has the other three as well. After some rest, You can go and tell your monarch Basalt that we shall be accepting him and his army. *she wrote down about their current situation, and that there's a possibility of a larger force around as well to be careful as they get closer for them. She did it in a way Marsh couldn't see just in case appollyon was using the solosis watch stone to spy. She closed it in an envelope for Basalt to open.* this is for monarch basalt.
Storm: I do. My personal armorsmith. *she was referring to the armorsmith that made her armor and weapons. And also happens to be her cousin.*Marsh eyed her carefully, wondering why she was being so secretive. He hadn’t been informed of any watchstones being in Apollyons possession. He took the letter and slipped it carefully into his shoulder pouch. He turned to leave but a thought stopped him, claws tangling on the air. He turned to her. “ You wouldn’t happen to know of a weaponsmith around here would you? I’m looking for something of…importance.”