Deep within the monsters' forest and kneeling on one knee, Zanya panted as she leaned her head against her bloodied knuckles that were wrapped around the handle of her sword. She was trying to catch her breath and her snowy white garments were already heavily tainted with the dark coloured blood of the monsters she had killed – too many that she had long since lost count of them.
Thank you so much @h_maven for the dragon <3
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!