<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QWO5XlO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sashiko Mirume<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Image<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>10 April 2050, 10-ish AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Down-town Raven City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pharon, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Melons<br/><strong>Word count:</strong>231 [total: 4955]<br/><hr/><br/>"Maybe for now, perhaps. But I've been lazy the last week... weeks, now. There aren't so many Dragons around, and not much to do besides walk around outside... So." Sashiko shrugged her shoulders. She was worried about losing her edge. So, maybe hitting the gym would be a good idea. She wondered, with the difference between Slayers and humans, would there be enough to challenge her in their halls of exercise? "We may still have our edge, but who can say how long or short it shall take to dull, without challenges and foes to fight? We need somewhere to spar. Somewhere away from prying eyes, for all of us." Though she was worried about her looks, Sashiko was more concerned about prowess. Pharon's words did bring a little smile to the fox, but she had to remind herself to not let them have her be complacent. "So, a gym. I should research that further, for all our sakes. But there is so much to research, and so little time it feels..." Sashiko trailed off in to a little sigh, gazing down in to her phone, thumb deftly tapping and sliding across the screen as she<em>Googled</em>and<em>Browsed</em>and all of those other things. She looked in to the cart, seeing a massive green... thing. "What is that?" Sashiko asked, giving a gentle prodding finger to it's glossy, smooth surface.<br/>