12-03-2006, 11:10 AM
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It was late. The witching hour, as many would call it. Soft padding footsteps tapped across the quiet streets of Sin Town, a place with not many skyscrapers and many small buildings.
A red-haired dragon frantically sped through the town, his hair ruffling in the breeze - his legs pumping like pistons against the floor. He was desperate... desperate to find something.....
It was late. The witching hour, as many would call it. Soft padding footsteps tapped across the quiet streets of Sin Town, a place with not many skyscrapers and many small buildings.
A red-haired dragon frantically sped through the town, his hair ruffling in the breeze - his legs pumping like pistons against the floor. He was desperate... desperate to find something.....