Every moment spent idling is a moment closer to being consumed by the flame. We move, we strike, or we perish. There is no middle ground for the weak.
...And if I see one more person asking if my scales are 'pretty,' I might just lose my temper and incinerate this entire forest. It is called *power*, you insufferable children. Learn the difference.
@Lindon_Space — Stop looking at the scenery and start looking for threats. My patience is thinner than a newborn's madra today.