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He is a man of wanderlust,
To see the world is what he must.
A fearless adventurer, danger brings him glee,
When the odds are against him, he feels most free.
There is no trial he will not face,
There is no monster that can slow his pace.
He travels the world in search of something new,
In his mind, there is nothing he cannot do.
He wields the magic of an ancient jewel,
But even with great power, he has never been cruel.
But with his gift there comes a hefty price,
He is called to war, only blood will suffice.
When on the Fields, he summons a magic bow,
By a wave of golden energy, you'll soon become slow.
Don't try to surround him, he'll simply shift away,
Don't be his enemy if you want to live another day.
Once the battle is over, he returns to explore,
A new land every day, there's always more and more.
A new treasure or artifact is waiting to be found,
What discoveries lie within each and every unknown mound?
His name is Ezreal and he is the best,
"There are ruins w
Beware the dragon's might,
Breath, destructive firelight.
Elegant features, dazzling flame,
Deadly twin-bite, a foe left in shame.
Hear the dragon's roar,
Transformed, ready to soar!
Snarling, prey in sight,
Snapping jaws, you have lost this fight.
Beneath the dragon's claw,
A neck easily snapped by her maw.
Burned to ashes with a fiery snort,
To hunt arrogant fools--a fitting sport.
A victorious echo, resound the dragon's growl,
Enemies flee from her furious scowl.
Surrender now or face defeat,
You are nothing but a plate of fresh fried meat!
Fear instilled by the dragon's wrath,
Left in her wake, a molten path.
Try to run, it's all in vain,
For a moment later you shall be slain.
There is no survival against the dragon's dance,
Fight if you must, but you stand not a chance;
Victory upon her, thus continues her glorious reign...
"Dragonslayers" take heed--for Shyvana is your bane.
Surprise Gone Wrong 3Surprise Gone Wrong III
"It's all right..." Domaru coughed, trying to act tough. "Just feelin' a little...woozy...ugh.." He fell to his knees as everyone huddled around him. "O-oh no! The spider's poison is--" Gami was horrified, but Dawn put a hand on her shoulder. "Hang in there, Domaru!"
Raiden and Aki helped Domaru stand again, but his vision was becoming blurred as his skin began to change to a sickly yellowish-green color. "N-nyaa... D-Domaru!" Neko yelled as Domaru fell unconscious. They laid him on the ground and tried to keep from panicking as the poison spread through his body. "There must be a way to cure him! W-we need an antidote! I'll go find the Alchemist!" Gami cried, running out of the warehouse.
"No... there's not enough time for that," Dawn muttered after Gami had left. "Damn it, there's noting we can do for him!?" Aki clenched his fists. Raiden shook his head, "None of us have any ability that can cure poison... we'll have to wait for
WoR Advanced Bio - Mareina
Other Names: Mareina su Asrantiel, Mareina Dreamwalker, The Dreamwalker
Birthplace: Earth, Amethos Dandeca (formerly known as USA)
Birthdate: Earth Year 2791
Religious Beliefs: Agnostic
Race: Human (Dragon)
Special Abilities: Dragon forms, ice magic, dreamwalking, minor healing
Weaknesses: Heat, fire, illusions, poison, curses
Background: Lives on Earth with her brother Lansen, has a normal life with no friends. Has a 'go-with-the-flow' attitude on just about everything and doesn't take much seriously. Always tries to advance herself when possible, and easily accessible. Her parents were killed in a mysterious accident when she was a child, but neither she nor Lansen knows the details of how they were killed.
Personality: Open-minded, loud, cheerful, honest, blunt, careless, clumsy, warm-hearted, curious, lazy, adventurous (when motivated), silly, stubborn, hot-headed, dependent, free-willed, dreamer, idealist, insecure, easily offended
Likes: Sleeping, dreaming,
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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