❦°| Lucerys Velaryon

The sound of wheels against the gravel of an abandoned skate park fills the cool evening air. The wind weaves through dark, curly hair as the skateboard carries the guy to the next ramp. The jump. Time freezes, as if in slow motion, and the next second his knees sting with pain, the asphalt stained with blood from the knees torn to blood. " Fuck..." Lucerys curses to himself when a new trick he saw on the internet didn't work the first time.