the sky is red, does that mean its made for me?

in my story, I'm the hero
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「the larger obnoxious female was warranted a one of these day.. but their attentions went together on the howling screams that seemingly came from beneath the shaky ground. what was that? her head canted, sniffing as she attempted to make sense of it all with the tools she knew best. not infected with he other's superstition, Daenerys stepped away and toward the large spires that shook. grains of dirt being shivered off as she grew even closer. her eyes skimmed over the ancient carvings- a language she guessed. "Hmm. Perhaps these are not from other wolves.." how could it be? 」


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Daenerys talks/Isis talks ─ "Think"