DragonMarauder

The sun rose to greet the High Priestess with a glare to the eye. "Ah!" She groaned as she rolled off her bed and landing on her side. "Damn it, I forgot the curtains again." She slowly picked herself up and made her way to the window. She pulled the black curtains shut over the window, yawning as she did. She could never figure out why her predecessor, whose quarters she inherited, insisted with having a view of the sunrise. It's served only to rudely wake her on more than one occasion. Perhaps it was his way of ensuring that head of the Temple be the first one to wake and get ready for the day. After dressing quickly, she headed into the

"Nereth?" Prescylla said, startled by his sudden appearance. Her older brother was wearing his ornate, black armor with the exception of his helmet. She quickly stood from the ground and patted any bits of grass off of her robes. "Don't worry, this visit isn't official. I merely wish to talk." Nereth reassured, waving a paw as he walked closer to her, his armor rattling along the way. Prescylla nodded and laid back down in the grass, with Nereth laying aside her. Together, they both took in the night, each admiring the sky as it turned from dark purple to black. After a some minutes had passed, Nereth turned his head. "Have the days treat

   The cool breeze coming from the ocean offered Spyro a very relaxing feeling to wash over his muscles and easy his mind. This is the fourth time in his entire life that he's been to the Dragon Shores and he has found that each new visit seems to be more relaxing than the last. Having lived most of his childhood in the humid swamps, spending time basking in the hot sand and dipping in the cool waters was a far cry than hopping around the bogs and resting on a branch of a gnarled tree.   Cynder didn't hold the same amount of love for the beaches as he did, however. She found it irritating how the sand always stuck to her scales an