As you move a little closer...
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In the glow of the sunlight that filters through the oak's leaves, you can see a rough nest of twigs in the crook of embracing oak branches. Perhaps this is where the silent gray Flion was born. Your theory seems true since there is evidence of caretakers of some sort occurring in the form of such humble offerings as a bed of downy feathers and a knotted trinket woven from vines- both arranged in the nest with care. It is obvious that the forest protects and loves this creature, as does his friend, your guide. As you look about and think to yourself, the DragonSpeaker nods to your observer in a polite greeting and then beckons you onward.
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"say-szure-anne" Gender: Male Life Mate: Sunshine Breeding Mate: Sunshine Age: Adult Wings: Dragon Tail: Hooked Horns: Two: Brow Spikes: None Fur: None Markings: Royal Swirl Coloration: White + Fog Legs: None Eyes: Spring Other: None Clutch: Nine (Ceyser + Asdeno) Original image: here
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Species: Dayon Gender: Male ID: 28 Personality: A bit of an imp, he seems to think he's about twice as big as he really is.
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