Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-31191359-20171107013649/@comment-31191359-20180406175246

(Note: Now her wither is uncontrollable.)

The grass seems to bow to her.

The wind carefully pushes against her skin, she lays, and listens. The grass, like normal, splits. Shrivels, gone.

The more I fight, the more I work, the more I dig into the dirt.

She sends a puff of smoke from her jaw, she chortled,

Click clack clakclikkkkkkrriiikkk, 

(Memory time this and this )

She sped down the road,  alongside her two siblings. One was a red dragon. Its stomach plates were acid green and its horns were like a ram's, and they were yellow, its eyes were pools of neon green, and red for the pupils and they seemed to be the largest of the trio. She was powerless. As was her smaller sister, a scrawny, small dragon, made from dull-tawny-dust brown vines, wrapping around nothing, with the occasional flower or two. She let out a few vines from her jaw, like her other sister, she was powerless.

She was the oddball, created by ancestors, her father was a vine dragon, and her mother an Aether Dragon, though her other sister's father was a Demenja dragon.

But they loved her no less, without the fields, life was horrible, they had to leave to the village, but furthermore, there was nothing wrong other than that.

She focused her claws onto beating her sisters, her big sister never lost. She sped ahead,

Though the grass turned orange, then black. The two sisters were shocked, and stopped moving.

"Cocoon, Lillith..."

"I have powers..."