(HORIZON’S SWARMING WITH DEATH - RUN!)
A pleasure to meet you my ass, his mind spat. She was arrogant and there was no doubt that she looked down on him.
She looks past him and his stomach burns; her attention is diverted and -
He freezes.
Sweat beads on his neck from the sun, he’d like to think, but his hindquarters shiver as grains of sand sprinkle against his flesh. A low hiss passes through his ears. He inhales sharply, breath caught in his throat. ”Seraphina,” he whispers through his teeth, ”What is it?” For a moment he is doused in shadow, whatever thing it is has risen above him. Sand pours between Toro’s horns and he reflexively shakes his head, grains invading his eyesight.
Oh, shit.
For a moment he thinks it hasn’t seen them - its eyes couldn’t be on the bottom of its head, no, but with just the right angling of the skull -
hissssssssss.
Wandering the desert angry rarely ends well.
It dives for him. He stumbles out of the way, heaving, half blind, the cool scales of the wyrm scraping against his flank as it slams into the sand. There are no thoughts in his beating skull, no words from his dry lips, but his head pitches sideways to Seraphina, eyes part white as the rest of him, half searching for direction and half to see if she still lives.
This is no feral beast.
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