Her Story
Covering my clavicle and upper part of my breast in front, and went down to the shoulder blade.
The dragon was right in the center, in a defensive position, his red eyes holding a promise of death if you dared to approach, smoke coming out of his nostrils. He was surrounded by an intricate model. There were flames, stars, moon, swords, the mansion, treasures, and so on, all connected within ivy rings and curls. It climbed on my body fading at the edges.
The mark was colorful and glowed slightly, making the illusion that the dragon was moving. It was pointless to try to cover it so I made a ponytail and headed to the kitchen.
Bab Populer