p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" You can feel it. The fast wind against your scales, the calming void in your mind as your instincts urge you to go higher. It's amazing. It feels amazing. A hell lot better than sleeping. The sun shining down on your form, creating a terrifying shadow down below. Heh. Yeah that's right, they better run. You can smell their fear from your high and mighty domain. It's delicious./p
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