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Thank you so much!  Though I must say, scrumptious is a new one.  I usually get told it’s vivid or descriptive.  And since you said something, here’s more!

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It was a dark mottled grey lurking in the shadow of the donjon.  One leathery wing was unfurled in the sunlight.  In size it was perhaps smaller than expected, though still double that of a battle charger.

Nadia couldn’t help but pause a moment and stare.  It was difficult to tell much from this distance but the wyvern did not seem to be standing erect as she had expected.  Far from it.  The saurian appeared slumped against the donjon, leaning heavily with its shoulder on the stone as its tail trailed limply down the masonry.  It looked tired.  Worn.  She imagined it had traveled a long and wearying journey to get here.  A harrowing experience, travelling through the day to avoid other wyverns that might prey on it, hiding in narrow crevices and stony gulleys at night.  Cold, bitter nights, shivering and alone.  Wondering if this was the night others would catch the scent of blood on the wind and ravenously descend upon it.

A shrill, shrieking scream tore across the sky.