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graasvoel
Doubt and uncertainty clouded his mind—all things he thought he had left in his adolescence when he had strived for the unattainable approval of his father and the unavailable love of his mother. The moment he had discovered pleasure, and how it had fulfilled a previously empty hole in his chest, he had been able to leave all this angst behind him.
Until now. When he had landed in the Thistle Meadow only to be greeted with two pairs of golden, youthful, hopeful eyes. His daughters. How was he to be a father? He had never known love—or, more aptly, he had known only briefly the love of his true dam. But that had cost her her life.
A harsh snort pushed out of his nostrils has a great, thick forelimb struck out at the earth, restlessly tearing out chunks of rich and dark soil from the mother’s flesh. “Who can I craft for?!” Was his thundering, rough cry—anything, anything to distract him from the tumultuous emotions that swamped him.
His wings flared and clammed up in repetitive agitation, red-hot eyes sweeping around and probing the mists for a herd member to appear as he anxiously grasped on the Moon’s cool crafting magic to fill his veins and thicken the chilly mists around his knees.
Until now. When he had landed in the Thistle Meadow only to be greeted with two pairs of golden, youthful, hopeful eyes. His daughters. How was he to be a father? He had never known love—or, more aptly, he had known only briefly the love of his true dam. But that had cost her her life.
A harsh snort pushed out of his nostrils has a great, thick forelimb struck out at the earth, restlessly tearing out chunks of rich and dark soil from the mother’s flesh. “Who can I craft for?!” Was his thundering, rough cry—anything, anything to distract him from the tumultuous emotions that swamped him.
His wings flared and clammed up in repetitive agitation, red-hot eyes sweeping around and probing the mists for a herd member to appear as he anxiously grasped on the Moon’s cool crafting magic to fill his veins and thicken the chilly mists around his knees.
Open crafting for anyone! He can create 1 large, 2 medium, or 3 small items!
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