RAINBOW BARF | p, Dragonite

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    (( S O M N I A R E ))
    In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
    In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
    And dream of para-para-paradise

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    | actions | "talking" | thinking


    -- Somniare was running with fireflies that had been lighting up the garden in the twilight hours. It was still light enough for her to see the obstacles ahead and avoid them in time, but dark enough to where the bugs looked tiny balls of fire shooting across the sky in front of her. The kit eventually lost them while she caught her breath and watched the insects until they couldn't be seen anymore. The half angel child sat and gazed around, still panting.


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    [font=arial][color=cornflowerblue]© dusty ♡[color=cornflowerblue]
    #dustylooky [color=darkorchid] #dreamingangel #somniareKoE

    Dragonite was taking a stroll as well, a flame sitting in its palm. Sometimes it liked to pretend it was one of those Magmortars, but eh. It was closing its eyes, not noticing any obstacle in its path, but not caring. Its scales were tough, not tougher than usual but still as tough as any dragon's. It's chest and belly became littered with scrapes, but it didn't mind because they weren't bleeding. It would heal itself later. And because it wasn't looking where it was going, like a good Dragonite should, it tripped over a little kitty in the grass.


    And set the grass on fire.