You stretch a bit, blinking your eyes open as you wake up, your soft bed of reeds primitive but certainly not uncomfertable. You yawn, muffling your roar as you sit up. Life has been quiet nice in the villiage, you found it almost immediatly when you came on vacation and have seen little reason to leave it. It's a modest place, under a hundred tribespeople. They are... curious... They have a definite fury nature, looking a bit like cannines and a bit on the short side. They also seem absolutly ammazed at your relitivly petite dragon self, but in comparison to them it's understandable. You stand 12 feet tall, and have a lusterous purple scale color that is oddly blending in with the terrain, the deepness of the hues helping. You Sigh and stretch your toes. Ahhh.. You purr as one of the tribes females comes in.. they are matriarcal in nature so it fits "Dragon" she says. firm but with a sense of fear "There are strange tiddings, we have found odd creatures in our ancestorial homeland." You blink your eyes and smile "Sure, I'll come and help you with them" As you get up a strange scent grabs your attention.. Maybe you should explore a bit before confronting whatever is troubling those you are living with.
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