Roaring Fire
You are at the end of your efforts when, from crooked tinder set before you, there suddenly leaps, born of a single spark, a mighty Worm of flames blazing, wrapped in manes of soot and crimson. Writhing and twisting he roars and hisses, before finally disappearing down into the captivity of his lumbered prison. The odor of a single, singed hair will linger for hours.
(1,97 pontos)
| Rank | Nome | Destravado |
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| 1 | materus | 17/12/2024 15:43:42 |