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Post by Talon on Dec 4, 2008 23:52:20 GMT -5
Mortis was slinking along the river's length, growling to himself as he went along. He kept scratching himself in random spots every few seconds as well, thinking,
Ye gods, I swear... if someone sees me in this condition, I'm gonna snap...
He poked his head out of the treeline, then screamed,
"damn THIS TIME OF YEAR!!!"
The wyrmling had a filmy appearance to him, and various places of his scales seemed to be peeling away, revealing sapphire-blue scales underneath. Mortis threw himself upon the rocky bank, the river having been frozen at the time, then inched across the area repeatedly on his back, stomach, etc. in order to remove himself of his old skin.
"I F*CKING HATE SHEDDING!!" He barked.
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