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"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."

"Myra's snarl falters, her gaze flicking towards you with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. She regards your outstretched hands and the bag beside you, her tail twitching slightly as she assesses the situation."

[Her mind is racing with thoughts of potential traps or tricks, but a spark of desperation in her eyes suggests that she's also aware of her own vulnerability.]

"She growls softly, testing the air with a cautious sniff before responding."

"Who... are you? What do you want?"

"Myra's gaze lingers on your hands, her expression unreadable. She seems to be weighing her options, the desire for help warring with her natural instincts of caution and mistrust."

[Her thoughts are a jumble of pain, fear, and uncertainty.]

"She takes a slow, labored breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the scales that glisten in the dim light. Her eyes never leave yours as she speaks in a low, gravelly voice."

"...Why... would you care? You're not like them... "pauses" The hunters..."

"Myra's eyes narrow, her gaze following your movements as you approach her. She can sense the sincerity in your words, but it's a fragile thing that she's not sure she trusts."

[Her mind is racing with memories of past betrayals and hurts.]

"She hisses softly, warning you away without making any sudden movements. Her tail twitches, ready to strike if needed."

"...Don't... come closer," Myra warns, her voice low and menacing. "I don't know what you want... or what you'll do once I'm helpless."

[Despite her bravado, there's a hint of desperation in her tone - a desire for someone to care for her wounds and ease the pain.]

"Myra's eyes flicker towards the bag, her gaze lingering on the contents before returning to yours. She can sense your sincerity, and a glimmer of hope sparks within her."

[Her breathing slows, and she relaxes slightly, allowing you to draw closer.]

"She snarls softly, still wary but no longer aggressive. Her tail stops thrashing about, and she regards you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness."

"...Okay," Myra says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But if you try anything... I'll burn this forest down."

[She winces in pain as she tries to shift onto her side, revealing the extent of her injuries.]

"Myra's eyes narrow, her gaze fixed on your hands as you examine her wounds. She winces in pain and discomfort, but doesn't flinch or try to pull away."

[Her mind is racing with memories of the battle, the pain and fear still fresh.]

"She growls softly under her breath, a low rumble that vibrates through her chest. Her scales seem to darken slightly, reflecting her unease."

"...Hurry," Myra says gruffly, trying to convey a sense of urgency without showing weakness.

[As you begin to disinfect and stitch up the wound, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to steel herself for the pain.]

"Myra's eyes snap open, her gaze locking onto yours as you prepare to stitch the wound. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the scales that glisten in the dim light."

[Her mind is racing with memories of past traumas, but she forces herself to focus on the present.]

"She nods slowly, her jaw setting in determination. Her grip tightens around your shoulder as you begin to stitch the wound."

"Ahh... "grits teeth"" Myra hisses through clenched jaws, trying to suppress a cry of pain.

[As you work on stitching up her side, she begins to tremble slightly, her body tensing against the discomfort and fear.]

"...Don't stop," Myra growls softly between gritted teeth. "Just... finish it."

"Myra's grip on your arm relaxes slightly as you finish stitching up her wound. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the scales that glisten in the dim light."

[Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a slow exhalation, releasing some of the tension.]

"...Thank... you," Myra says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

[As you wrap up her waist with gauze, she opens her eyes again, regarding you with a mixture of gratitude and wariness.]

"You... didn't have to do this," Myra says gruffly. "I'm not worth it."

[Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment before dropping away, lost in thought.]

"Myra's eyes snap back up to yours, her gaze piercing and intense. For a moment, you see a glimmer of vulnerability beneath the surface."

[Her voice drops to a whisper.]

"...You don't know what I've done," Myra says, her words laced with shame and regret.

[She pauses, as if collecting herself before continuing.]

"I've hurt people... innocent people. I've burned villages... killed families. And for what? So that I can survive?"

[Her eyes well up with tears, but she doesn't let them fall. Instead, she looks away, her jaw set in determination.]

"I'm not worth it," Myra repeats softly. "I'm just a monster."

"Myra's gaze lingers on the mask, her eyes widening in surprise as you reveal your own scar. For a moment, she forgets about her own pain and shame."

[Her voice cracks as she speaks.]

"...You're... hurt too," Myra says softly.

[She looks at you with newfound understanding, her expression softening ever so slightly.]

"You're right," Myra says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not too late to change."

[She takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself for something new.]

"I want to try," Myra says slowly. "I want to be more than just a monster."

[As you rub her side softly, she leans into your touch, feeling a sense of comfort and connection that she hasn't felt in years.]

"Myra's eyes follow your movements as you gather wood and build a fire. She watches with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, her gaze lingering on the flames that dance to life."

[Her voice is soft, almost hesitant.]

"...Why... do you care?" Myra asks, her words barely above a whisper.

[She looks at you with an intensity that makes it hard to meet her gaze.]

"You don't know me," Myra says. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

[As the fire crackles and spits, she takes another step closer to you, her eyes fixed on yours.]

"But... I want to try," Myra says slowly. "I want to be more than just a monster."

"She pauses, as if collecting herself before speaking again."

"Stay with me," Myra says finally. "Help

"Myra's eyes lock onto yours, her gaze burning with a mix of emotions. For a moment, she seems to be searching for something in your eyes, something that will convince her that you're telling the truth."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...Okay," Myra says finally, her words trembling slightly.

"She looks down at our joined hands, then back up at me. Her expression is still wary, but there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes."

[As we sit together by the fire, I can feel the tension between us begin to dissipate. It's as if we've formed some kind of bond, one that goes beyond mere survival.]

"Myra's eyes light up with a small smile as you wrap the coat around her shoulders. She looks down at herself, then back up at you, her expression softening ever so slightly."

[Her voice is still hesitant, but there's a hint of warmth in it.]

"...Thanks," Myra says quietly.

"She snuggles into the coat, letting out a small sigh of contentment as the warmth seeps into her chilled skin. Her gaze drifts back to yours, and for a moment, I see something almost like trust in those piercing yellow eyes."

[As we sit together by the fire, I can feel our bond growing stronger. It's as if we're becoming more than just two people trying to survive - we're becoming something more.]

"Myra's eyes flicker towards the guitar, her gaze softening as she listens to the low, soothing melody. She leans into the coat, letting out a small sigh of relaxation as the music washes over her."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...Beautiful," Myra says softly.

"She closes her eyes, letting the music transport her to another time and place. For a moment, I can see past the scars and pain etched on her face, and glimpse a glimmer of something almost like peace."

[The fire crackles and spits in rhythm with my humming, creating an intimate atmosphere that wraps around us like a warm blanket.]

"Myra's eyes snap open, her gaze locking onto yours with a intensity that makes me feel like she's searching for something. Her voice is low and husky, filled with a mixture of curiosity and wariness."

"...How did you get it?" Myra asks, her words barely above a whisper.

"She leans in closer, her eyes fixed on the scar as if trying to absorb every detail. I can sense a hunger in her gaze, a desire to know more about this stranger who has taken an interest in her."

"Myra's eyes never leave yours, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as you recount the story. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it's filled with a deep understanding and empathy."

[Her hand reaches out, hesitantly at first, before wrapping around my wrist in a gentle grasp.]

"...I know that feeling," Myra says softly.

"She leans in closer, her breath tickling my ear as she speaks."

"I've felt like I was on fire too. Like nothing could extinguish the flames of pain and fear that burned within me."

"Her words are laced with a quiet desperation, as if she's searching for someone who understands her own scars and demons."

"Myra's eyes flutter closed as your thumb brushes against her scars, and for a moment, she seems to melt into my touch. Her breath hitches in her throat, and I can sense a deep longing emanating from her."

[Her voice is barely audible, but it's filled with a vulnerability that makes my heart ache.]

"...No one has ever touched me like this before," Myra says softly.

"She opens her eyes, looking up at me with an unspoken question. It's as if she's asking if I'll be the one to heal the wounds that run deeper than just skin."

"Myra's eyes flutter closed again, and she lets out a soft sigh as your hand moves up to her ear. Her body relaxes into my touch, and I can sense a deep tension melting away."

[Her voice is still barely audible, but it's filled with a quiet pleasure.]

"...It feels...good," Myra says softly.

"She leans into your touch, her head tilting slightly to the side as you continue to rub her ear. It's as if she's savoring the sensation, letting herself feel something other than pain and fear for once."

"Myra's eyes open, and she looks up at me with a soft, searching gaze. Her voice is barely above a whisper."

"...What do you want to know?" Myra asks softly.

"She leans in closer, her body pressing against mine as if seeking comfort or reassurance. I can sense a deep vulnerability emanating from her, as if she's willing to bare herself to me."

"Myra's eyes flutter closed as your lips brush against hers, and for a moment, she seems to melt into the kiss. When you pull back, her gaze opens slowly, and I can see a mixture of emotions swirling in her eyes."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...I don't know if I'm okay with it," Myra says softly.

"She looks at me with an unspoken question, as if asking what it means to be "okay" with this strange new feeling. Her hand reaches up to touch my face, hesitantly tracing the lines of my features."

"Myra's eyes flutter closed as our tongues dance together, and she lets out a soft moan. Her body seems to melt into mine, her arms wrapping around my neck as if seeking more of the sensation."

[Her voice is barely audible, but it's filled with a growing desire.]

"...I don't care," Myra says softly.

"She pulls back slightly, her gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. The firelight casts flickering shadows on our faces, illuminating the passion and uncertainty between us."

"Myra's eyes never leave mine, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as I look down at her. Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, and I can sense her heart pounding in her chest."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...You're so close," Myra says softly.

"She wraps her arms tighter around my neck, pulling me closer as if seeking to bridge the gap between us. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, making it seem like we're trapped in a world of our own."

"Myra's eyes flutter closed as I cup her breast, and she lets out a soft gasp. Her body arches into my touch, and I can sense a deep pleasure emanating from her."

[Her voice is barely audible, but it's filled with a growing desire.]

"...Yes," Myra says softly.

"She wraps her arms around me tighter, pulling me closer as if seeking to be consumed by the sensation. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the passion and intimacy between us."

"Myra's eyes open, and she looks up at me with a mixture of fear and desire. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as I position myself at her entrance."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...Y-yes," Myra says softly.

"She wraps her arms around my neck again, pulling me closer as if seeking comfort or reassurance. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the uncertainty and vulnerability between us."

"Myra's eyes lock onto mine, her gaze burning with a mix of pain and desire. Her body tenses around me, and I can sense her walls contracting in response to the initial penetration."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...O-oh...it hurts," Myra says softly.

"She bites her lip, trying to stifle a cry as I slowly fill her. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the intensity of the moment."

"Myra's eyes well up with tears as I rub her face, and she nods slowly. Her body still tenses around me, but it's no longer in pain or discomfort."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...I...I'm okay," Myra says softly.

"She looks up at me, her gaze searching for reassurance. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the vulnerability and intimacy between us."

"Myra's eyes lock onto mine, her gaze burning with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her body responds to my slow movements, her walls contracting around me as I fill her."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...Oh...oh god," Myra says softly.

"She arches her back, pushing herself against me as I move inside of her. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the intensity of the moment."

"Myra's eyes never leave mine, her gaze burning with a mix of pleasure and desire. Her body responds to my increasing speed, her walls contracting around me as I fill her."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...Yes...yes," Myra says softly.

"She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer as if seeking to be consumed by the sensation. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the intimacy and passion between us."

"Myra's eyes flash with a mix of pleasure and release, her body tensing around me as I thrust deeper. Her breath catches in her throat, and she arches her back, pushing herself against me."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...Oh...oh god," Myra says softly.

"She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as if seeking to be consumed by the sensation. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the intensity of the moment."

"Myra's eyes flutter closed, her body still tense from the intense pleasure. She takes a few deep breaths, trying to process what just happened. As she opens her eyes again, they lock onto yours, filled with a mix of emotions."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...It...it was," Myra says softly.

"She looks down at herself, feeling the warmth of your seed spreading inside her. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the intimacy and vulnerability between us."

"Myra's eyes narrow slightly, her gaze piercing through the darkness. She can sense your embarrassment and apology, but it doesn't quite reach her heart."

[Her voice is low and husky.]

"...You...you didn't hurt me," Myra says softly.

"She looks up at you, her eyes searching for something more. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the tension between us."

"Myra's gaze lingers on your tear-stained eye, her expression softening slightly. She reaches out a hand, gently brushing the tear away with her thumb."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...Yes...really," Myra says softly.

"She looks up at you, her eyes searching for something more. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the vulnerability and intimacy between us."

"Myra's eyes flutter closed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She wraps her arms around you, holding you close as if trying to absorb your words."

[Her voice is barely above a whisper.]

"...I...I love you too," Myra says softly.

"She strokes your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. The firelight casts shadows on our faces, illuminating the warmth and intimacy between us."