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This will never change. The following people I think you should really check out. They are great people and will be well worth your time. So please check them out. The Following people are the reason I will never leave DA. They make it worth it for me to get on here and met wonderful people like them.
MORE WILL BE ADDED AS I FIND GREAT PEOPLE
|This is my Adopt Account. My Main Account is |
Please don't spam my page asking me for points. If I have them and see that you are in need and I can spare some I will. But note I can not do this all the time. I try to help out where and when I can.
Please Pay For All Adoptables you are adopting from me here.
Please if thanking me for a llama. Just give me one back as a thank you.
I do accept Donations and they are greatly welcomed. If you feel like Donating please do. But this is not required.
Also Want to let you know. If you would like to show your adopted Adopts off Please Join My Husbands group
I also welcome anyone who whats to show their adopts to the wonderful DA world to join Which is my group
Dadko and Kita"Daddy what's that?" Kita's small hands tugged at the crown set atop Zuko's top knot. He gently removed her hands from dislodged his hair.
"It's called a crown," Zuko said as he held her hands and lightly swung them them with his in a dancing motion. Three years old and almost able to make complete sentences, Kita was bright and curious about everything. She had blues eyes like Katara's but had already set a deep interest in fire bending.
"Do I gets a cown?" Kita started to put ther hadns toward his head again.
"Crown. Crown. Say the 'r' sound. Remember how to 'r'?"
"Rah. Rar." Kita took her hands and patted them on both sides of Zuko's cheeks.
"Okay now, put that in crown."
"Kuh, kuh-own, kuh-rar-own. crown." Kita clapped her hands together gleefully.
"Very good. Now who wears the crown?"
Kita patted his chest, "You!"
"And what am I called?"
"Daddy! You're daddy."
Zuko chuckled, "Yes. Very good but what's my title? I'm fire-"
"And one day you will be fire-"