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The insolent human who decided to make fun of an imperial dragon-like myself was a scrawny kid about the age of this vessel. His amber eyes held an extinguished flame inside, put off from all the torture he had probably endured. His black hair, which wasn't as black as my elegant scales, matched the mood of this memory.
'Damn it, has my status lowered this much! Damn it all you trash hero.'
I forced my checks to raise, my muscles fighting with all their w ...
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