Cyanide-Poison13

This is a set of skills I’ve made for my character in #Prehistoric-Paradise (https://www.deviantart.com/prehistoric-paradise). Please feel free to take a look, we’re currently a work in progress. Green Bullets = Move Learned Red Bullets= Yet To Be Learned Regular :bulletgreen: Tail Whip – Breeze uses his tail to give a sharp whip towards his opponents body. Causes small amounts of damage. :bulletgreen: Roar – Breeze gives out a loud roar in an attempt to intimidate the other dinosaur. :bulletred: Rush – Breeze rushes in quickly, using his entire body to try and push his opponent into the wall. :bulletred: Tail Sweep – Breeze sweeps with his tai

A young woman sat at the foot of a gravestone, the grey cold stone laden with flowers of every colour, scattered in a neat rainbow mess across the stone and the ground surrounding. The woman was sat with another bouquet, a lavish bunch of Forget-Me-Nots. True, the flowers were not common around the hunting grounds of Yī long, but the girl knew her mother buried within the ground loved the fragile petals of the flowers. “Mother, I have not been able to come here for a while. I have left you without flowers and beauty for far too long. Please forgive me mother.” The girl said, her gentle and quiet voice barely overpowering the

Amy threw the piece of paper across the room in frustration, and then banged her head on the desk repeatedly until a boy walked up behind her, sucking his lip ring. “Am, what are you doing? It’s maths.” Amy looked up with a sigh, before pointing to the piece of paper in defeat. “It’s really complicated.” The boy sighed, and sat next to her. “Look, it’s not that  complicated. People’s emotions are more complicated than maths.” The girl looked confused, and sighed. “What on earth do you mean?” The boy then smiled at her question, and pointed to her eyes “Look at you

“You may begin your meetings with your partners now. Remember, I want an essay on your partner by the end of two hours.” A girl and a boy sit across from each other, a table separating them from each other. They were not talking, just looking at each, occasionally scribbling down notes about skin colour, hair colour, eye colour. None dared make the first move. Until the boy piped up, flicking his long black hair out of his eyes. “What music you into Amy?” The girl looks up, her bright green eyes looking straight at the boy. Tucking her long red hair out  her face, she answered “I like alt rock, punk, stuff like