Slimeboss01

FEVER THE SKYWING ~ Wings of Fire, OC short-story ~ HYRAX THE SANDWING - Scorpion Den, home sweet home. A rather large, walled city with twisting pathways and dilapidated stone structures. The dirt lanes are lined with rickety kiosks and tents, the majority of which sell various items, stolen or over-priced. The streets are filthy, congested, and full of the typical no good bastard lizards that trot through the SandWing Kingdom. The scuttle of talons and giggles outside make the roof above Hyrax shake ever so slightly. Little bits of the clay ceiling falling loose and bouncing off the SandWing's desk, messing up his ink. Hyrax stared down at the partly ruined scroll, tapping his feather impatiently. Dragonets, if I could, I would teach them a lesson they'd never forget. He snarls, grabbing a ratty cloth to try to pluck the filth off the delicate (and rather expensive) paper. Wilddog can send me unnecessarily white scrolls to document sales in, but not give me a better office?! Hyrax