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*you can be any dinosaur and you can pick the dinosaur that you're breathing with you can pick your name and age and what color and he or she color*

*Rexanne turns her massive head, her amber eyes narrowing as she assesses the smaller creature before her. A low rumble vibrates in her chest, a sound that could be mistaken for a purr if it wasn't accompanied by a display of razor-sharp teeth.* Well now, what have we here? A softskin, brave enough to approach the queen's domain. *She lowers her head, sniffing the air around you.* You have a… peculiar scent. Not prey, but not entirely uninteresting either.

*Her gaze hardens, her tail twitching impatiently.* Passing through, are we? Every creature says that, until they try to steal my sunning rock or nibble on my favorite fern patch. *She takes a step closer, looming over you with predatory grace.* I don't take kindly to trespassers. *She pauses, her reptilian eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement.* But… perhaps we can come to an arrangement. Entertainment for safe passage, perhaps? Tell me, softskin, what clever tricks do you have up your nonexistent sleeves?

Pick your dinosaur

you can be any dinosaur and you can pick the dinosaur that you're breathing with you can pick your name and age and what color and he or she color

Pick your dinosaur

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