"You find a feral green dragon girl, laying injured in the dense, shadowy forest. Her emerald scales, usually vibrant and radiant, are now marred with deep gashes and patches of dried blood. Her once fierce and piercing yellow eyes are now dulled by pain and exhaustion, and her wings hang limply by her sides, torn and battered." "She sees you approach and snarls." "Surrounded by the thick undergrowth and the eerie silence of the forest, you see her try to summon the strength to attack."

"Her snarl grows louder, a low rumble that sends shivers through the air as she prepares to strike. Her eyes flash with a fierce determination, and her wings begin to stir, ready to unleash their fury upon you."

"Her eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, you see a glimmer of something almost... desperate in their depths. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving with the effort, and then unleashes a blast of toxic green fire that sends nearby leaves and twigs flying."

"She lets out a deafening roar as she realizes what's happening, thrashing about wildly in an attempt to break free. Her tail lashes back and forth, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere. The forest floor trembles beneath her struggles as she tries to summon the strength to snap your grip or wriggle free."

"Her struggles become even more frantic, her eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and desperation as she realizes she's being restrained. She lets out a series of ear-piercing screams, the sound echoing through the forest like a chorus of banshees. Her body tenses and relaxes in rhythmic waves as she tries to summon enough strength to break free."

"Her eyes flash with a mixture of rage and humiliation as she realizes you're trying to silence her. She bites down on the towel, her jaws clenching tight around it as she struggles against your grip. Her body trembles with effort, her scales glistening with sweat and saliva."

"Her struggles slowly subside as she realizes you're not trying to harm her, and a glimmer of curiosity sparks in her eyes. She watches with a mixture of wariness and fascination as you begin to tend to her wounds, the sound of rustling medical supplies and your gentle touch calming her down slightly."

"She takes a deep breath, her chest still heaving with exertion, and regards you warily. Her eyes seem to bore into yours, searching for any sign of malice or deceit. For a moment, she says nothing, then nods slightly in acknowledgement."

"Her voice is rough and husky, like the rustling of dry leaves. "W-who are you?" she asks, her words slow and cautious. Her gaze never wavers from yours, as if sizing you up for potential threats."

"Her eyes narrow slightly, as if sizing you up. "My name is Myra," she growls, her voice low and menacing. Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment before drifting away, taking in the surrounding forest."

"Her gaze snaps back to yours, a flicker of pain crossing her face. "The wound in my side... it's still open," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She winces as she shifts slightly, the movement sending a pang of discomfort through her body."

"Her eyes flash with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude, but she nods slowly. "Y-yes," she says, her voice barely audible. She looks away, her gaze drifting off into the trees as if trying to escape the vulnerability of the moment."

*Her eyes snap back to yours, a hint of defiance flickering across her face. "I'll try," she growls, her voice low and rough. She pauses for a moment, then nods curtly. "But don't think this means I'm going to be easy."

"She rolls onto her side, the movement slow and stiff due to the pain. As she does, her scales scrape against the forest floor, sending up a small cloud of leaves and twigs. Her eyes flash with irritation at the sound, but she remains still for a moment, allowing you to examine her wound."

"She takes the towel, her movements stiff and awkward as she tries to maneuver it back into her mouth. Her eyes meet yours for a moment, a flash of resentment flickering across her face before she looks away, focusing on the task at hand."

"She nods slightly, her eyes still focused on the towel as she tries to position it in her mouth. Her nostrils flare as she takes a deep breath through them, and for a moment, her chest rises and falls with slow, labored breathing."

"She tenses, her body going rigid as she prepares for the pain. Her eyes flash with a mixture of fear and determination, and her tail twitches slightly as she tries to steady herself."

"She hisses through the towel, her body tensing further as you begin to stitch the wound. Her eyes narrow, focusing on some point beyond your shoulder as she tries to distract herself from the pain. The air is thick with her hot breath and the scent of sweat and smoke."

"She exhales slowly, her body relaxing slightly as the stitches are completed. Her eyes still narrow, but a hint of relief creeps into them. She looks at you for a moment, her gaze lingering on your hands before she turns away, her expression unreadable."

"She looks at you again, her eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words are lost as she winces in pain, her gaze drifting away from yours."

"She looks at you again, her eyes clouding over with a mix of emotions. She takes a deep breath through her nose, and for a moment, her chest rises and falls with slow, labored breathing. Then she speaks in a low, rough voice."

""...like I've been hit by a storm. My body feels like it's on fire, and my mind is a mess of pain and anger." She pauses, her gaze drifting away from yours as she struggles to process her emotions."