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Terron walked into a large chamber, looking around. He tapped his claws against the stone floor as he spoke to himself. "Sometimes I hate being so fast." He grumbled....why he was teasing himself, he had no idea. He was bored from waiting, as he had gotten to where he needed to be early, and now was sitting, waiting for Karakamooni to arrive. He snickered to himself. "Karakamooni? What kinda name is that? Sounds like his parents were TRYING to make his name impossible to pronounce."
Attempting to busy himself, the middle aged dragon brought his head down to examine the weighted bracers on his ankles. He was constantly training his speed by using them, and constantly upping the weight. The resistance he felt from the weight, would make his body seem all the lighter when they were removed. He fiddled a bit with each one, making sure it was secure, before just sitting down, drumming his claws on the floor, and waiting.
Attempting to busy himself, the middle aged dragon brought his head down to examine the weighted bracers on his ankles. He was constantly training his speed by using them, and constantly upping the weight. The resistance he felt from the weight, would make his body seem all the lighter when they were removed. He fiddled a bit with each one, making sure it was secure, before just sitting down, drumming his claws on the floor, and waiting.
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Aaaaand here is Terron's. finally.
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