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Memories 2Chapter 2Memories 2 by andrielisilien
After Rees changed into the little toy dragon the man spared a moment to transfer the bag into the boot of the car, keeping a small satchel for himself. Then, after locking it all up, he was off walking by Twyn Square with the clock tower.
It was a picturesque town with a collection of old houses and shops lining the street. Despite the modern era, Usk still held a medieval feeling that the community had preserved. Not many visitors could be seen walking along the pavement. At least, not many could be seen out of doors. Most likely it was because summer was long over along with the floral display the town puts on. The place was filled with rustic colors in place of the bright blossoms as autumn was making its entrance.
Owen made the short hike northward up the path that deviated from the main road. The scenery became more intimate as they entered a neighborhood of residential homes. Trees and shrubbery were pressing in with thei
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This was one of the best days. The mysterious fog that engulfed Rees inside the forest was the perfect touch. It left more for excitement on what was coming up ahead while he plunged into it. The ground was moist and the mud squelching underneath his claws. Oh yes, he was free to get good and dirty here.
Behind came the cracking footsteps of Owen coming after him; probably not too happy about this chase that just started. No matter, he’ll see the fun in this eventually. Rees only had to make sure his companion didn’t catch him too soon and put an end to it all. However, he should still be leaving trails behind just to keep the thrill going.
The little red dragon breathed out a ball of fire onto the wet ground. Despite the moisture the leaves and sticks shriveled up in steam and smoke. A nice large patch remained smoldering that couldn’t be mistaken.
Rees then weaved around the trees deeper in the
Another picture from my trip to the UK last July, more specifically in Cornwall. Tintagel means “village on a mountain” and is known for its connections with the legends about King Arthur. The hike up here was very steep; I can only imagine how miserable it would be for army wanting to storm the place. But the view of course is worth it all... just not if you're in battle.
The castle is actually behind me and Merlin’s Cave is down below. Absolutely gorgeous place. This was my first time in seeing the ocean. My kind of beach.
I miss the UK so much I'm definitely making plans to go again next year. 4 weeks just wasn't enough.
Current Residence: It varies within the Mountain States|
Favourite genre of music: Just about anything but country and rap
Favourite photographer: My cousin Angelic Jackson
Favourite style of art: Cartoony
Skin of choice: The one my moma gave me :3
Favourite cartoon character: LSP (Lumpy Space Princess)
Personal Quote: Water can't hurt beautiful people. Go enjoy the rain!