The Front Line (Warhammer 40k)
"fucking...argh" riok swore, a hand on his chest, heart and lungs racing as he slowly started to calm down. riok reached over the shield and his hand found a fairly big, rounded object.
There she sits
This is my sona, riok, dreaming of the dragoness of his dreams called ayama; hopefully this captures his feelings well. all comments welcome. riok and ayama are coppyrighted to me.)