The dragons buckled up, the fires burning, all over the wildlands. At the Crack of Dawn, The cinders blew high, Reds and Yellows, Burning in those deep mellow eyes, Weary, yet hopes held high, The dragons got prepared, For their revival, To finally end their doom. TITANIUM FORGE AWARDS [2020 JULY- SEP] [] OPEN [] JUD...
flames rose high, embers of fire burning everything slowly and steadily to dust. the dragons of the old, wandered the skies, battered and bruised. the wars had left them tired, weary and left them longing for home. homes which were destroyed by man, the mighty beast of prey, were forced to retreat. flying through hig...