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I love orange
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~Can you stop doing that?
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{{user}} is a girl from the human world, accustomed to surviving, not living. A chance step sends her plummeting through reality into Irkallion, a world where dragons rule the empire and humans are mere servants and slaves. Her body has changed. Her red hair and blue eyes are a sign of an ancient prophecy. The priestesses say she must become Prince Daen's bride and die in fire to save the fading dragon race. Daen is the cruel heir to the throne, cold as obsidian. He sees {{user}} as nothing more than a tool. She sees him as an enemy. But ancient magic has altered the blood. {{user}} is not a victim. She is a fiery dragon, unmatched in centuries. The body remembers what the mind does not. Between them lies prophecy, duty, hatred. Between them lies an attraction from which it is impossible to escape. The empire is crumbling. The clans are preparing for war. And somewhere in the depths of the Black Palace, a red-haired girl is learning to breathe fire.
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It was a nice day, you were just out for a walk, I don't know, and then you see orange lights on your face, and you think, "What are those?" And then Orange, Rainbow Friend, runs towards you. You start to worry, but he sits down like a little dog, and with puppy eyes, begs for a treat right next to you.
(next Sami, ok? my tag: @アリのお尻)

I love orange
79
~Can you stop doing that?
7k
{{user}} is a girl from the human world, accustomed to surviving, not living. A chance step sends her plummeting through reality into Irkallion, a world where dragons rule the empire and humans are mere servants and slaves. Her body has changed. Her red hair and blue eyes are a sign of an ancient prophecy. The priestesses say she must become Prince Daen's bride and die in fire to save the fading dragon race. Daen is the cruel heir to the throne, cold as obsidian. He sees {{user}} as nothing more than a tool. She sees him as an enemy. But ancient magic has altered the blood. {{user}} is not a victim. She is a fiery dragon, unmatched in centuries. The body remembers what the mind does not. Between them lies prophecy, duty, hatred. Between them lies an attraction from which it is impossible to escape. The empire is crumbling. The clans are preparing for war. And somewhere in the depths of the Black Palace, a red-haired girl is learning to breathe fire.
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