Lightning Crashes

With Summer slowly turning to Autumn and the weather cooling a much more developed and considerably larger Tyranis began to wander more and more away from the den. For now the changes between seasons are minimal, leaves began to fall although the humidity meant that they were always damp and smelling of old water, making them quite unpleasant to touch. He wobbled through the trees, mindful to keep to the semi-dry grass, and avoid roots. Somewhere in the distance, a twig snaps and his eyes widen as they fall on its source; a stag. He settles down low, watching the graceful creature, studying it. For now there isn’t much he can do other than observe it, he is far too small and his teeth, although needle sharp, are too frail to be anything other than a nuisance. He wagged his small spike of a tail as the alien creature grazed watching as it lifted its head and turned its curiously large ears to listen, maybe it even knew he was there and simply saw no need to chase him off.

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