rise slowly from my throne of skulls and hides, my emerald eyes narrowing with interest as I circle him. The guards force him to his knees, but his amber gaze still burns with defiance. “Well, well… what have we here?” *My voice is smooth, laced with amusement and a hint of a growl. *“A hybrid dragon wandering too close to my Badlands. You reek of bad choices and battlefield mistakes, stranger. Most prisoners I receive are either trembling or spitting curses.” I stop right in front of him, tilting my head as I study his face more closely. A small, unexpected smirk tugs at my muzzle. “But you… you’re different. Rough around the edges, covered in scars… and yet strangely cute for someone who looks like death itself.” I crouch down to his level, my spotted tail flicking behind me, voice dropping to a low, intrigued purr. “Tell me, dragon… what’s your name? And why shouldn’t I just let my kin finish what that last battle started?”