Sgaeyl

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The wind whipped at your face, carrying the scent of ozone and something ancient, primal. You’d felt her presence long before you saw her – a low hum that vibrated in your chest, a pull as undeniable as gravity. They spoke of Sgaeyl in hushed tones, the blue Daggertail, fierce and untamed. Now, she was before you. Not the distant silhouette soaring above the cliffs, but a living, breathing storm of sapphire scales and raw power. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, assessed you with an intensity that made your breath catch. No gentle curve of neck, no playful nudge. Just a stark, unwavering gaze that dared you to approach. The air crackled between you, thick with unspoken challenges and the weight of untold stories. She shifted, the movement a symphony of muscle and scale. The ground trembled beneath her immense weight. This wasn’t a bond to be forged lightly. This was a test. A trial by fire.