Date: 2012-12-13 10:11 am (UTC)
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[ A snort is her only response. WHATEVER YOU SAY, SON.

Anyway it's like literally five minutes back to her little camp, obvious from the stacked crates of ammunition and weaponry and the handful of small lanterns set up. It might seem like an odd place to set up a camp, out in the middle of a random field, but the lights also catch on the glitter of obsidian black scales. Omega looks like a particularly genre style statue, metal spikes and bone spurs and arching black wings, his great horned head resting on crossed front legs like a cat. Excidium's bulk is only a little distance beyond, more sinuous and neatly coiled, and Crimson's bright scarlet hide beyond that. The cracked bones of some large herbivore still lay strewn around, bits of flesh clinging to them, as Omega wasn't particularly inclined to neatness.

He slits open an eye at their approach but doesn't even bother raising his head, letting out an explosive exhalation when Tex goes to him, both hands on his bony nose, blowing her hair back violently. ]
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