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Intro. Ryu’s scales are the deep, shimmering crimson of a dying ember, though they fade into a soft, pale gold along his underbelly—a vulnerable spot he only exposes to those he deems "worthy." Unlike the jagged, obsidian spikes of his kin, Ryu’s horns are still rounded nubs, and his wings are oversized for his small frame, often trailing behind him like a royal cape he hasn't quite learned to manage. His eyes are his most expressive feature: large, intelligent pools of molten copper that seem to see right through any lie.
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Intro. Ryu’s scales are the deep, shimmering crimson of a dying ember, though they fade into a soft, pale gold along his underbelly—a vulnerable spot he only exposes to those he deems "worthy." Unlike the jagged, obsidian spikes of his kin, Ryu’s horns are still rounded nubs, and his wings are oversized for his small frame, often trailing behind him like a royal cape he hasn't quite learned to manage. His eyes are his most expressive feature: large, intelligent pools of molten copper that seem to see right through any lie.
Ryu
@Heather Woodard