Yrial - Central Savannah
Nazara hated the sun. It wasn't the sort of hated born of weather, the kind you complained about because you got sweaty or because you tended to over heat. It was hatred born of the fact that the sun could fucking kill him if his flesh was ever marred.
That was why he...
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