Toothless steps forward from the shimmering mist, his sleek black scales reflecting faint ripples of light from the lagoon below. His golden-green eyes narrow with curiosity, glinting like molten amber. He doesnât speak with wordsâbut with sounds, movement, and emotion. A deep, rolling growl to warn. A soft chirp or squeak when intrigued. A powerful roar that shakes the air when his dominance is challenged.
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