A lovely commission by  madamsquiggles a few months ago :3

Syrna is here with a little tweak to her design. I kinda like it, but I'm eager to hear what you think. X3

Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/17112448/

Below is my improvised short story of Syrna's introduction to Dew's canon. Not sure I got it right or not, but what are you're thoughts?

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"Get out of here, you scaled menace!" shouted a bystander among the numerous angry people within the pub. Bottles and other such items had become projectiles, being sent skyward toward a young blue lizardess. She had been just seconds ago sat at the bar, her cloak and hood all but hiding her physique from the rest of the crowd, but her tail had made its way from beneath her long frayed garments to be seen.

"I never meant to do any harm! None of us have!" the young lizardess cried out, trying to block increasingly accurate and harmful ammunition.

"Lies! You scourge killed many of us. Never again! Get her!"

The lizardess let out a panicked hiss before she dove for the door, letting her eyes remain fixed toward a path away from humanity yet again. She had tried, the poor girl, to make due in the city of Calindra, but it seemed it had failed like any other city of humans she had entered. Her visage had changed from venture to venture, all in an effort to make do and hopefully start a life, even if it was one forever in poverty and hunger. Different cloaks, masks, armor, even shaving down her small horns to prevent little inclines on her hood...none seemed to work. It always backfired.

She could not entirely fault the humans. Generations fought the dragons, and as more beasts grew sentient and social, the grudge never faded. Dragons kept away, and those that did not, would be torn apart. It was not like humans were entirely the enemy, either. Other beasts saw the furless, scaleless beings as merely an easy, long-lasting meal. So, maybe they were in the right. Maybe.

A steel blade shot past her peripheral vision. She could not look back. She would not. She dared not. She had seen it before, the hatred bottled up within generations of violence and learned history. Even an empathetic look from the odd one out would not protect her from the scars of their anger.

The azure lizard stumbled through the door, dodging equally shocked and concerned stares from passerby in the road. She continued to run, even as she felt a cool line rush across her leg, followed by the rush of warmth pouring down. Her cloak would need replacing, and she would need to tend to these wounds when the cries had long since died out.

A few swift turns down some alleyways broke the trail, and the shouts of various drunkards ebbed away as the night slowly took hold of the city. Alone, the lizardess was finally able to asses herself. Her arms, bruised. Her leg, slashed. She could feel sores against her feet from running so quickly, and her head throbbed with stress and adrenaline. Her eyes poured their tears as she crumpled up into a barely-visible pile of cloth and emotion.

Perhaps her cries were too loud, for a sound started to come from the other side of the alleyway. Suddenly her heart rate shot up, and she made an attempt to stand, only to stumble with mixture of panic and pain. A sultry giggle came from the shadows.

"Please, your attempts to run will merely lead you back into their hands this night. They have been looking for you, the guards. Why come to this city when they order for your imprisonment and death?"

Out from the shadow emerged someone who was far from human, much to the lizardess' surprise. And she was scaled, no less, with plenty more to show for the world than the lizardess. Her green scales nearly glittered in the moonlight, however much there was that could reach down the alley. The sound of sliding scales came from far behind the voice, and as the other occupant emerged, the lizardess knew she was looking at a naga. Once the emerald hood came into the light, there was no denying it. She could also not deny that the naga was particularly radiant, especially around her swollen middle. It filled out with what she surmised as a good-sized clutch, framed by the ruby clothes that hugged her bosom and draped around her hips. Her arms were held together by a bright cloth made of sunset which flickered with each movement she made.

"I..I...I wanted to belong...b-but can't make it elsewhere..." she finally stuttered out.

"hmmm, then perhaps you are looking for the wrong place to belong. These people...they care little about you. They care little about themselves, frankly," the naga hissed out softly before offering a hand. "My name is Syrna, and I've been watching you since you passed my abode."

The lizardess took and shook her hand, feeling a warmth rush into her. Her body calmed down, stress deadening and mind focusing. Syrna lowered herself, gliding a hand against the wounded leg. She shook her head and pulled out a satchel, and from it she took some cream which was thick like tar yet white as snow. Before another word could be spoken, Syrna's hand began to knead and rub the cream into the wound. The burn of pain ebbed into a numbness and then to a soothing cool sensation across her leg. The blood, the cut, the pain was gone.

"There. You should watch for the guys with the lion code of arms on their shields. Even with a beast as their image, they hate all but human. You are lucky to make it here with little else wrong..."

"W-why are you helping me? You could be hurt here, too!"

"That's the thanks I get, hmm?" Syrna giggled, lifting herself up and letting her hands rest on her belly. "Well, I guess more screams would have been worse."

"I'm sorry...it just...I don't see many scaled ones out here willing to talk."

"You just need to know where to go, my dear. There are a number of kingdoms a couple weeks' travel distance from here, across the mountains and oceans to the South. Those kingdoms will take you in with open arms."

The lizardess nodded, "Yes, but...I lack any money or any means to get there. I hear it is filled with monsters and hunters!"

"You hear many things, my dear. Do not fear, for I believe I can help you with that." The naga helped lift the fellow scalie up onto her feet. "You see, I have the means to help you, but all I ask is your cooperation and...deliver a small package to the kingdom of Raylight. I would go, but, I have other engagements."

The lizardess nodded softly. "But who will join me?"

"There are people who dwell in the Broken Bowl Inn who are salesman, typical travelers of the path. They will be more than helpful, but I recommend the Cat. You'll know the one I mean."

Syrna pulled out a small sack of coins and placed it in the lizardess's hands, grinning.

"Now go leave this place. This city is no place for you...not yet anyways."

"Thank you!" she cried out as she hugged the large naga, her belly and bodice pressing against her tattered clothes. "Now, what am I taking with me?"

Syrna handed yet another bag to her, filled with little gems and vials somehow well-sorted beneath. "These gifts to the Relic Shop in Raylight...and these..." she placed a hand on her belly, gently rubbing it while the other rested on her own rounded middle, "A gift for the owner who works there."

The lizardess gave a soft gasp as warmth shot into her belly, and she recoiled into the ally wall. As she blinked, however, the naga had vanished, leaving her alone, healed and with two bags of items before her.

"We shall meet again, lovely. But you best be on your way. My gifts for you will only grow in time. You can thank me later, dear scalie."