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The tale of a world called Desory
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Ongoing, First published Jun 24, 2017
Desory is a world where two races exist, finished drawings and unfinished drawings.
Finished drawings ( often called Finishes or FDs) are drawings that are completely finished. Nothing wrong with them or their personalities lacking emotions wise.
Unfinished drawings ( referred as Unfinishes or UFDs) are usually looked down upon, treated less than FDs and are, in some villages, killed on sight to end their 'suffering'.

This story is based around two FD's, a dog and a dragon, who are on a mission to travel as far as they can and meet all the drawings they can. On the way, they meet tons of friends and enemies. But at one stop, they meet a group of UFDs, who are trying to hide from the village near them and a terrible creature that has been known to kill any drawing, finished or unfinished, on sight.





P.S, there's a weapon known as a eraser, and a thing that only special villages own called pencils
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