You stand up, more of a hunching stand as you move out of your quaters, palatial by the standerds of the natives you still try to avoid bumping your head, but it's a definite sign of devotion. You crawl out, acting a bit like a non anthro dragon till your in the village square.. the whole tribe seems to be milling around.. and there is a cage against one of the larger thatched huts, made of tripple thick bamboo a sleeping creature rests.. countless darts inside it's pelt. strongly poisioned by your freinds hunting weapons but still alive obviously, it's breath. What is it? You look around a bit, inspecting the creature.\It's something unlike you have ever seen before, It's fur is bright red, though patchy in places, and it seems to have a undercoat of scales that cover it's body while the fur only covers the head, mane and certain areas of the long body. It's shape is almost serpendtine mixed with features of a dragon, it has no wings though, and it's jaws look a bit more crocodillian. Where the tail would begin is likewise a hard thing to say. all in all it's about your size mass wize, but much less compact. //
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