Scale Armor

The band has moved and, in Ezekiel’s humble opinion, not a moment too soon. Leaving the icy grips and trailing to the East has been a godsend because they actually get to enjoy the warmth that summer has to offer. Even in the early morning, the heat is a welcome change to what they had experienced in the Northern reaches. Sephiran has marked this land with their scent and the band has settle in, making it as their temporary home.

Zeke is out reinforcing the scents along their borders, taking his time as he slowly meanders this new place. Suddenly, the wind shifts and brings the scents from the nearby lake to his nose. Pausing in his route, he pulls in the musk of their leader and a smug grin tugs at his lips, as he knows just how deadly his cousin is. He isn’t terribly far from that snake infested place so, when he hears the bellowing roar of a crocodile, the man off to Sephiran like at shot.

Paws devour the distance, spewing up dirt in his wake until he spies the large creature facing off charging toward the purple male and Ezekiel does not hesitate to act. Storming toward the distracted predator, he slams into its side, knocking it off course and away from the leader. Jumping backward, he avoids the snapping jaws that seek to crush him by a scant few inches. Flushed with adrenaline and excitement, he darts a glance to Sephiran as a thrilled grin tugs at his maw.

It is time to have some fun.


"Ezekiel Saxe"