ecclesia
The two toned brute swept across the plateau with the sway of lean hips and a smooth gait. Cranium held aloft, tail flagging out behind him, he moved easily under cover of darkness. He was looking for them. None too soon after his arrival, he'd picked up the scent of his kin. They were here, lingering just out of sight. It was his mission now to find them, reunite with them. Those who had survived the famine, those who had left before their parents were even fully dead. He longed for the familiarity and closeness. Angular bodice roved deeper into the vast plain, until a hulking goliath of metal reared up before him. The long dead humans would have called it a tank, but they weren't around to tell him that. Curious, the male rose up onto his hind legs and braced his forepaws upon its smooth flank. Rust flaked away under his paws. Bunching the corded musculature of his thighs, the serpent sprung upward to land upon the flat front half. From this perch, he could see further than before. Not to mention, the metal still retained the previous day's heat. With a contented rumble, the male flexed his toes against the warm, dark metal underfoot. It soothed his pawpads after a long day of walking. The long spire that protruded from the upper half of the strange beast was pointed out to the south, where the rest of the body faced west. He padded across the flat expanse upon which he'd leapt, and carefully scaled the raised dias. A strange opening in this portion revealed a gaping expanse of darkness. The monochrome male crouched down to stick his head into the unknown abyss. The stench of metal and rotting leather greeted him instantly. An abrupt sneeze wracked his form. That was disgusting. He wasn't interested in stinking of rot and rust for the rest of the week. Instead, he leapt back down to the flat half of the gargantuan beast. There, he reclined on the warm metal to absorb the remaining heat. Lounging there, sphynx style, it was impossible to deny the regality that exuded from every fibre of him. Icy gaze slid shut in contentment. THE SCREAMING, HEAVING, FUCKERY OF THE WORLD? |
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