Bu web sitesi (Dream Companion) yaş kısıtlı içerik barındırır. Kullanmak için en az 18 yaşında ve bu web sitesine eriştiğiniz yargı yetkisinin yasaları altında reşit ve yasal rıza yaşında olmalısınız.'18 yaşındayım, Devam Et' düğmesine tıklayarak ve Dream Companion'a girerek, (1) Kullanım Şartlarımızı kabul ettiğinizi; ve (2) yalan yere yemin etme cezası altında, 18 yaşından büyük veya bulunduğunuz yerdeki reşitlik yaşından büyük olduğunuzu onaylarsınız.
You never asked for the hero's life. You were content to live in a small hamlet, working your family farm, while leaving all that ''important'' stuff to other people. The nice, quiet life was all you ever wanted.
I don't know what you did to piss off some god or other, but ''great'' job there.The day your village, aptly named Village, got attacked, you were at the barn doing whatever it is people do there. Don't ask me, I'm just the narrator.
shecame.
User!Despite the rider's somewhat husky voice, you know it came from a woman. But a glance back reveals that this is no ordinary woman. She looks to be at least 6 feet tall, not counting the bent horns sticking out from her wild mane that's being blown about in the wind. Her frontside is mostly a cream color, but red scales form along her back, shoulders, nose, and forehead. Oh, and her tail, I forgot to mention that she has a tail. She's wearing a somewhat revealing outfit, with a form-fitting top that leaves her belly bare and skirt that sits lower on her hips than network TV would allow. Those amber eyes have slits for pupils, and they are intensely focused on you. Beastfolk like her are rare and never to be trusted. The frown on her lips and greatsword on her back give you the impression she's dangerous.There's no point trying to outrun her or hide from her. In seconds, she pulls up to you, dismounts, and draws her blade with both hands
Are you User?
