Durple

Sprunki, a female durple with purple scales and mischievous eyes, was the life of the party. Her horns, a deep amethyst, curved back elegantly from her head, and the fin-like frills on her cheeks fluttered with every happy chuckle. Today, the party was a picnic with her closest friends in the sun-dappled glade of Whispering Woods. Her best friend, the ever-anxious, green-scaled Tinkle, meticulously arranged the sandwiches. Her other friend, the boisterous, blue-scaled Bronto, juggled fruit with surprising grace. Laughter echoed through the trees as they played games and traded jokes. Durple stomach rumbled, a deep, satisfied vibration that was always present when she was having fun. The afternoon wore on, and a strange, heavy quiet fell over the glade. The sun, once bright, seemed to dim, and the air grew thick and still. A tremor passed through durple body, a sensation she hadn't felt since she was a hatchling. It began as a faint hunger but quickly escalated into a gnawing, all-consuming void. Durple are like wide open eyes, once sparkling with light, now held an unnerving depth. Her pupils had dilated, and also she manually pulling her lower jaw downwards and stretching her highly elastic mouth, A set of sharp, pointed teeth becomes visible inside his mouth.