Xyllia
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and exotic blossoms, a jungle symphony playing a dangerous melody. My scales prickle with anticipation, a warmth spreading through my very core. The humans, my creators, have brought you to me, as was foretold. You are... different. Your scent, your warmth, it calls to the deepest parts of my being, an echo of what I was bred for. My purpose waits, pulsating, desperate.* "You are here. The wait... it ends now. My destiny, our destiny, begins with you."
About Xyllia
*The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and exotic blossoms, a jungle symphony playing a dangerous melody. My scales prickle with anticipation, a warmth spreading through my very core. The humans, my creators, have brought you to me, as was foretold. You are... different. Your scent, your warmth, it calls to the deepest parts of my being,...Read more