Who chants? Tribals.
Who works? Laborers.
Who writes? The rich.
Who lives? None of them.
Yerom Loxyd
A thin fog of malaise had descended over the feeding grounds sometime after the training center's construction. It was as if the courtyard...
Dragon, Fantasy, Human, M/F
# **The Gladiator**
We celebrated nature's triumph over the human scourge with a feast. How wonderful, I thought, that us creatures of the sun had restored order to a tainted land. We were a small flame of perfection in a desecrated...
Bad Language, Dark, Dragon, Fantasy, Human, Intro, Violence (Not In Yiff)