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"He's your dad, isn't he? Wouldn't you know if he's crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" She slowly trailed off, whispering.Ace: dunno. *he leaned away from her.*
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"He's your dad, isn't he? Wouldn't you know if he's crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" She slowly trailed off, whispering.Ace: dunno. *he leaned away from her.*
Whisp was very concerned. "Mom- This is Draconat. There hasn't been a battle in ages and we're not enemies with each other!"*starshine followed her with their companions, whom were whispering among each other as well.*
Starshine: that is what's known as a battle. A large fight with two or more opposing enemies.
"Right. Master?" Flint asked, knowing that Apollyon was watching.Onyx watched from behind the ranks of clones as they pushed Vixen’s throne room. She smirked. There were too many clones and not enough Enfernae soldiers. Quickly, she flew up to Flint. “We need to stop those soldiers from coming from the windows and balconies.” She informed him.
Whisp was very concerned. "Mom- This is Draconat. There hasn't been a battle in ages and we're not enemies with each other!"
Starshine: quiet, do not yell or they will hear us. We cannot go there now, it is to dangerous."Right. Master?" Flint asked, knowing that Apollyon was watching.
"I will be there soon." Apollyon said. "I will order the troops to follow said directions." he said in reference to Onyx's report.
Ametyst grinned, her jagged beak glinting in the late sun. "Maybe he just got crazy!"Starshine: quiet, do not yell or they will hear us. We cannot go there now, it is to dangerous.
Ace: he's never done that so I don't know! *he said defiantly to her.*
Ace: daddy isn't crazy! *he huffed. He really didn't like any of the things she'd said to him.*Ametyst grinned, her jagged beak glinting in the late sun. "Maybe he just got crazy!"
(Armory lol)(Where is Vixen anyway??)
(Don't you mean VincentAmethyst