KrultySenpai

Genre
High fantasy
Action
Drama
Tragedy

Weakness
Semi-literate
Slow writer
Comedy
Realism

Roleplay Example
The gentle breeze swept across a gorgeous grove. It was hidden beneath a cliff with a cave entrance just barely over the treetops. The trees stood up to 20 feet tall and covered an area just as wide. They boast paper-thin leaves of coppery-pink hue which spreads out to five long points that appeared so delicate as if the slightest disturbance would cause them to crumble away; yet still, they withstood the wind. The leaves danced to the currents of the air while humming a peaceful tune. The tallest of them swayed the most avidly, but the movements in one part of the tree were unnaturally stiff as if the leaves were glued together; a closer inspection would also reveal that the color is slightly different from the rest. True enough, that third of the tree rose to reveal a slender long dragon covered in purple leaves. The leaves were rooted from within their scales. Its eyes were light brown rippled with hints of purple. And two rows of spiny fins opened and stood up from the center of its head to its tail. It unfolded its wings which are barely shorter than the length of its body. Then it directed its gaze away from the cliffs, beyond the edge of the grove.

Cyndre scanned the horizon beyond the edge of the wood. The wind carried the scent of hostility and death. The dark forces had come for him, and it is too late for him to flee by air against the older dragons. He could hide amongst the maples using the imitations that he had grown from his scales. It was a unique ability, but he had not mastered it. They would undoubtedly find him. Cyndre’s heart was filled with sadness. He sighed and blew many leaves off their stems. The wood is young, just barely older than he, but he must destroy it to delay his pursuers.

Cyndre partook in a mouthful of purple leaves. It would be the last time he enjoys the faint sweet flavor that would coat his tongue for a brief minute. Then he set the grove ablaze. He did it not with his jaw, but with his body. Soft red glows emanated from the thin gaps between his scales. It distorted the air around him and ignited his leaves, surrounding him with milky smokes which turned darker and darker as the trees caught fire. He used the smoke to cover his escape through the cave. It won’t be until the smoke has thinned will the dark force find his trail, but Cyndre will miss the beautiful grove filled with rare, elegant maple trees.