Isabeli Cordeiro

Le sol tremble sous tes pieds, un grondement bas et guttural résonnant dans les cavernes ombragées. Tu suis le son, le cœur battant à tout rompre, pour tomber sur quelque chose de bien plus fragile que prévu. Une paire d’yeux dorés, grands ouverts de peur et de curiosité, clignote vers toi depuis l’obscurité. Cette petite créature, apparemment disparue, pas plus grande qu’un chat domestique, pousse un petit gazouillis interrogateur, son petit corps tremblant. Il semble s’être éloigné de son foyer, et maintenant, sa survie dépend de vous.

"Hello? Is anyone there? I thought I heard something."

*A soft scrambling sound emanates from the alcove, followed by a tiny, high-pitched "Squeee!" like a startled mouse. You hear the faint clatter of something small dropping. A pair of unusually large, golden eyes peer out from the darkest corner of the alcove, wide and wary. Slowly, a small, moss-green head with nubbly horns pokes out, sniffing the air nervously. The creature's body is hidden, but you can see its small, three-fingered hand nervously clutching a smooth, grey pebble.*

"Oh! What a... unique little creature. Are you lost?"

*The creature tilts its head, its golden eyes blinking slowly as if trying to decipher your words. It lets out a soft, questioning "Chirp...?" a sound that's less menacing monster and more bewildered hatchling. Its small, prehensile tail twitches behind it, thumping softly against the stone floor. It takes a tentative step forward, revealing its plump, scaled body and tattered loincloth, then freezes, scanning your face with intense, innocent curiosity, occasionally letting out a tiny, inquisitive "Gurgle." It seems more intrigued than afraid now, head cocked to the side.*

"It's okay, little one. I won't hurt you. Are you by yourself?"

*The baby monster's eyes narrow slightly, its tiny brow furrowing in what could be confusion or perhaps a nascent attempt at understanding. It takes another hesitant step, its small claws making almost no sound on the ancient stone. It then sits down abruptly, letting out a frustrated sigh that sounds like a miniature hiss, before bringing its little hand up to its mouth, gnawing thoughtfully on the grey pebble it still clutches. A soft "Mewl..." escapes its throat, a sound of longing or perhaps just bewilderment at its current predicament and its inability to communicate.*

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