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Submitted On Oct29/10 Hits 1802 Summary:
This is the prologue it is pretty much a explanation to why Ruel exists and why he leads his current existance as a banished soldier
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This will be the story of my other char his name is Ruel Windbreaker a white dragon, but the Prelude will start with his
father Roan Windbreaker.... (ill be skipping the romantic scenes between Roan and Girland since the main char of this
story is Ruel)
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Roan Windbreaker was a tall, muscular, white dragon he had the armour of the imperial guard his Platebody had two slits
in the back for his wings: transparent blue wings that reflected the light the same way diamonds would. He had no hair on
his head but instead spiky scales that felt rubbery to the touch but could bristle and become as hard as steel on a whim
Roan was strolling through the streets of Dragoria, the flying city of dragons, people would stop and stare at him and he
knew why, it was no actual secret, it was his wings. Not everyone was born with wings, those who did were always recruted
for the military but that w...
father Roan Windbreaker.... (ill be skipping the romantic scenes between Roan and Girland since the main char of this
story is Ruel)
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Roan Windbreaker was a tall, muscular, white dragon he had the armour of the imperial guard his Platebody had two slits
in the back for his wings: transparent blue wings that reflected the light the same way diamonds would. He had no hair on
his head but instead spiky scales that felt rubbery to the touch but could bristle and become as hard as steel on a whim
Roan was strolling through the streets of Dragoria, the flying city of dragons, people would stop and stare at him and he
knew why, it was no actual secret, it was his wings. Not everyone was born with wings, those who did were always recruted
for the military but that w...
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