Toadly is wandering about Terrace Village, confused and lost. They'd heard about the Beast Maker swamplands, and wanted to see for themself, but this was way different than what they expected.
The hissing that began to pool in the air would have been thought to be that of an alligator’s if it didn’t sound so...massive. To anyone familiar with the area, they would have known that it was the tell-tell sign of one of the water-dwelling dragons that ruled over the area, but to anyone else, it was a predatory sound. The sound of one stepping where they shouldn’t have.
It wasn’t long before Cyprin revealed himself from top of his perch upon the stone architecture above the newcomer. The fact that he had made himself known showed his intentions of territorial aggression over active hunting. On all fours and with his narrowed, emerald eyes locked on the stranger, he released another loud hissing, but didn’t venture any closer. The dragons deep-blue wings were spread to only enlarge his frame more than what it already naturally was, but he didn’t seem ready to take flight down below to the other. Yet.
Though wordless, his features already spelled out that an explanation for the stranger's presence was wanted.
