A loud roar rung out into the air. Small birds fled as they heard the terrible sound. The sound of scales against fallen leave could be heard with every step the beast took. It growled lowly as the crest of feathers moved with each stride. A pair of long, white, fangs dazzled softly from the sunlight that broke through the trees. Magnificent scaled wings, outstretched, covered in scales. Eyes that pierce the very see they see, glowing the color of blood. "Seems I have taken a wrong turn... A new land to conquer..." She hissed from between her fangs. Fyglia, the wind serpent. A mother to none, but soon to a pack of her very own. "I shall take over these lands with my offspring. Soon no one will dare to fight back with my army!" She roared. It rang out into the sky, loud enough for others to hear.
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