Villager: Arkjhan
Villager Info
ID: #119396
Name: Arkjhan
Gender: Male
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 9 years, 4 months ago
Career: Blacksmith
Owner: DeltaNine
Species: Dragon
Color: Red
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
"Dad, I'm really tired. Can you carry me?" The little dragon girl asked.
"Sorry, no. We have to keep moving," the father replied flatly.
He thought how much of a mistake he'd made with his daughter's mother. She'd gone crazy when she discovered his past, and tried to run with their child in tow. Not on his life.
Unfortunately, it cost someone else's and nearly three others. He had no choice but to run, taking little in the hopes they would get a ride to another town on the road.
That was about a day ago. Only a handful of caravans had been spotted, and all of them passed by, saying something like 'too full'.
And now they trudged to what looked like some sort of old motel; he was lucky he saw the smoke rising from the trees. From afar, everything looked normal. The glint of an arrow told him otherwise.
"Hold it, dragon!" a cat called from one of the windows. The dragon formed a snarl on his lips and shouted, "My daughter and I been walking for hours and we need rest. Let us inside."
"How do I know that's all?" the cat called back. He turned his head back inside, as if talking to someone. A few minutes later, the cat reluctantly looked back at the dragon and waved them inside.
The old dragon sighed with relief.
"Sorry, no. We have to keep moving," the father replied flatly.
He thought how much of a mistake he'd made with his daughter's mother. She'd gone crazy when she discovered his past, and tried to run with their child in tow. Not on his life.
Unfortunately, it cost someone else's and nearly three others. He had no choice but to run, taking little in the hopes they would get a ride to another town on the road.
That was about a day ago. Only a handful of caravans had been spotted, and all of them passed by, saying something like 'too full'.
And now they trudged to what looked like some sort of old motel; he was lucky he saw the smoke rising from the trees. From afar, everything looked normal. The glint of an arrow told him otherwise.
"Hold it, dragon!" a cat called from one of the windows. The dragon formed a snarl on his lips and shouted, "My daughter and I been walking for hours and we need rest. Let us inside."
"How do I know that's all?" the cat called back. He turned his head back inside, as if talking to someone. A few minutes later, the cat reluctantly looked back at the dragon and waved them inside.
The old dragon sighed with relief.
