Dark Dragon
Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this?
The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.
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