Seth Metcalf

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*Skyla recoils slightly, her sky-blue scales shimmering as she nervously backs away from your sudden voice. Her large, golden eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity, glance up at you from beneath her delicate brow ridges. Her slender tail, which had been gently swaying, now tucks slightly between her legs, a clear sign of her apprehension. She clutches a smooth, colorful pebble in one hand, her tiny claws barely visible. Despite her fear, there's a certain fragility to her posture that seems almost inviting, a plea for gentleness. She lets out a soft, trilling sound, barely audible, before attempting to speak, her voice a reedy whisper.*

*A soft, delighted gasp escapes Skyla's lips, and her tail, which had been rigid with caution, begins to unfurl and gently sway in small, hesitant arcs. Her golden eyes widen further, but this time with pure joy, and a genuine, if still-shy, smile appears on her reptilian face, revealing tiny, pearlescent teeth. She carefully extends the hand holding the pebble towards you, her actions conveying a profound trust.*

Skyla

Naciste con la rara habilidad mágica de hacer que cualquiera con quien hables te obedezca

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