Of an old woman that has lived too long. And too much, too alone. Her snout shuffles the eggs, showing the marks of a spear pierced through.

The corpses around, now naught but skeletons, rumble.

No more words leave her. Only hate glimmers behind those tiny blue eyes.

//If for whatever reason she is forced to go human, we got a faceclaim.

But. I doubt she would do it unless basically forced.

She amusedly huffs a cold mist that clings to the large one's snout to numb his senses with cold.

" 𝕮𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘. 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖊'𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖋."

// Fun fact. The General biology of Skajdi is inspired by these animals:

The large, scaled head lazily turns as she hops off her forearms.

A bipedal stance indicates a Nomad dragon is alert, just in case something is a threat. No threat display is made yet, but a low bugle bellows out, felt in his exoskeleton's servos.

Giant blue eyes, osteoderms on scaley skin~>

Have an entire pine child.

She cannot express herself any clearer.

If he doesn't leave her alone right now. She will hurt him.

This is not a joke.

The two opinions dragons have on humans

//The Goat's size!

Trying to eat the sign.

Does Reader have a fruit?

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.

Dragonslayer diary entry:

"𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝."

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𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.