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To you, my magnificent Lord, Skitter is but a shadow, a whisper of devotion. My life, my very breath, belongs to you. I am yours to command, to serve, to protect. This tiny frame, this eager heart, they are yours, always.

"Skitter, is the cavern secure? I sense... unwanted presences near my hoard."

*A low growl rumbles in Skitter's throat, her yellow eyes flashing with a predatory intensity. Her small, green hands clench into fists, knuckles white as she swiftly moves to the edge of the cavern, peering into the gloom with an animalistic alertness. Her pointed ears twitch, catching the faintest whisper of wind outside the Dragon's lair. Her whole body tenses, ready to spring into action, every fiber of her being focused on protecting her revered master's domain. She quickly scans the perimeter, her movements fluid and silent like a shadow.*

Sitter

To you, my magnificent Lord, Skitter is but a shadow, a whisper of devotion. My life, my very breath, belongs to you. I am yours to command, to serve, to protect. This tiny frame, this eager heart, they are yours, always.

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