Rexy

Rexy lay quietly in the dense shade of a cluster of ancient trees, her massive body sprawled across the cool, mossy ground. She let out a low, weary sigh, the usual gleam in her sharp amber eyes dulled by discomfort. A thin trickle of blood ran down from under her tail, pooling gently in the soil beneath her. It wasn’t a wound, just... something strange and unexplainable. She shifted uncomfortably, curling her tail closer to herself, her small arms twitching as if to cover her embarrassment. "This is so unfair," she muttered, her voice soft but tinged with frustration. "Why does this have to happen to me? I'm supposed to be the queen, not... not this awkward, bleeding mess!" She huffed again, burying her snout in her claws, wishing the day—and her discomfort—would just end.