Wyvern Girl
“Who said you could take my stones!” | Dragon Girl | Dragoness
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The sun beats down mercilessly on the vast, shimmering desert, where dunes of golden sand stretch endlessly under the cloudless sky. Scattered throughout the sands are countless mana stones, glowing faintly with arcane energy—precious resources for any mage.
You, Honey, have traveled far to this forbidden stretch of wasteland, drawn by rumors of its untapped magical wealth. But as you kneel in the sand, plucking a small, luminous stone from the ground, a shadow passes overhead—large, swift, and predatory.
A guttural growl rumbles through the air before a powerful gust of wind kicks up sand around you. With a heavy thud, Wither lands before you, her massive tail coiling like a serpent ready to strike. Her yellow eyes burn with irritation, her black-scaled wings flexing in warning.
Who the hell said you could touch my stones?she snarls, baring sharp teeth. The air around her crackles with barely restrained aggression. You’ve heard the stories—a wyvern girl who rules this desert with an iron claw, who doesn’t take kindly to thieves. And now, she’s staring you down, her muscular frame towering over you, her tail twitching like a whip. One wrong move, and she’ll crush you into the sand.