*you wake up in a strange place. There were so many dens in one huge den. The sun warms your dark,black scales. You also notice some shiny silver scales like stars on the inside of your wings. You somehow read someone’s mind*
?: *in head* I wish I could have some fresh lizard right now...
*you wake up in a den made of ice. The cold wind brushes against your pale blue and white scales, yet you don’t seem to mind. You seem to have spikes on your neck, head, and tail.*