Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-24141785-20150514204414

Sakrala ran through the city, smelling for his disturbance that had bothered him.

"It's here somewhere..."

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Markus was strolling down the city, taking in the sun's glory. He felt a... disturbance... in the air, and yet he couldn't point out what was wrong. It was bothering him, but not enough to notice.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust was kicked in his face as a scaly figure ran past frantically. He soon recognized who it was.

Sakrala...?