(Hello tis me I am here with Beroan) Tall, weird, odd, freak. Words Beroan had heard most of his life. But it wasn’t like he could help the green hair and pink eyes, or how tall he was. It was because of what he was. If only those people knew what he was, they wouldn’t have insulted him then. But right now he just adjusts his black scarf, the one that hides a scar, and black hat, content to let them think he’s normal.
((AAAaa, he’s so cool!!!))
Alex had been hurrying through the town, wanting to return to his nice, safe, hot desert, and leave this- this swamp, when Sera informed him that there was a dragon nearby.
A dragon? He can’t see a dragon anywhere...
Glancing about uneasily, he pulls his cowl further down to hide his face, and slips through the door of a disguised magic shop. Hopefully it’s just one of Sera’s quirks again. The last dragon he’d met hadn’t been very kind- that particular encounter ended with a dragon’s claw embedded in his thigh.
As though knowing that he’s thinking about it, it throbs. Damn nuisance. He wishes he could get it removed without killing him.















