Dragonweaver's Clan

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A lair of many dragons, all living in small clans and groups of their own, all doted on lovingly, all controlled by an unseen force

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Below is a bio written when I first joined. Tread lightly and with caution!


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Welcome to the clan known as Syridinia. A place of unknown creatures, of the unwanted things. More than a home for dragons... but a sanctuary for outcasts. Such a delicate balance allows this place to exist. The dragons here... There are all the kinds.

The forgotten...
The abused...
The delusional...

Most here have hidden histories. There are pasts that are never spoken of. There are pasts that cannot be remembered.

Dragons here steal. Dragons here plot. Dragons here will kill for the sake of their own lives and fantasies. But, hey. That's just my clan.

Welcome to Syridinia. :)

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Chickensmoothie!

Tea_Leaf

Chicken smoothie?
What's a chicken smoothie?

I didn't mention any pureed chickens!

*shifty eyes*
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I will always be either more mature than I usually am, or less mature than I usually am when I'm online.

HERE IS THE LESS MATURE VERSION OF ME. YOU SHALL BE SEEING THIS OFTEN.

Here is the more mature version of me. It's difficult to explain this version, so just find some controversial topic that I've posted on multiple times, and you'll see a more authentic version of me.

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I am Dragonweaver.
How did I get that name?

Eh, long story.
Includes a misunderstanding.
If you want to know, just message me or something. c:

I.
Like.
Loki.

He's pretty cool.
So is Tom Hiddleston.

He's British.
That's pretty cool.

I like the Avengers.
And such other stuff.

I am in fandoms.
Most of them are obscure, tiny fandoms, that, at most, might have 5 or 6 people in them.
Who knows.

This is a bio.
A long bio.

Because I like typing.
And cats.
Cats are cool.

They have 32 muscles in each ear.

I write.
I paint.
I knit.

I cannot guarantee that I am good at any of that stuff.
But who cares.

This is the calm but immature version of me.

Woohoo.

Ever see me debating before?
I must seem so sophisticated, right?
You must absolutely admire me!

But I'm only 13! *laughs*

Yes, I am.
OR AM I.

Who knows.
I know.
My parents know.
My friends know.

Very few people will read this, I shall predict.

Because it's just a box of boring, inanimate words.

Bleak and boring.

It's just a silly old thirteen-year-old (wait what.) rambling and rambling and rambling and going on and on and on about herself. How joyous.


BUT READING IS AMAZING AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF AAAAAHHHH.

Never mind that.

If you read this, that's cool.
Feel free to let me know.

If you see any Unnamed dragons that aren't up for sale, then chances are, I'm keeping them.
Give me name suggestions.

I like names.
But I'm bad at making them.

Names are cool, though.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.

I use the word 'cool' too much.

I like cats.

Yay.

How is thirteen years 'old'?

WHAT ARE LOGIC

@Batman

BAAANNNNEEE.