I've got that Salt skin
02-07-2014, 04:11 PM
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there aren't any words you can say ![[Image: 21marzd.png]](http://i60.tinypic.com/21marzd.png) These caves had no audio in them, not even the chirping the birds filtered through the cracks. Exploring was the least the stoic could do as he was settling. His slate blue form, well defined walking through a puddle. His white tipped elbows and bottom of his paws looking like he fell into a bucket of vanilla ice cream. Curiously his darker ears would come to rest in a perked position, watching a small bat hanging itself on the top of the open cavity of the cave. The man stopped, starring until it went to take flight and his jaws suddenly came up neck arched to snap at it. Canines deeply embedded into it's chest through the ribs as a crack was heard and he lowered his cranium. Blood dripping from his maw he dropped the dead bat. At least he knew he was still in practice now, consuming the bat was an easy task but not possibly the best choice in prey. His now blood stained snout added red to that mask on his face as he stood back, able to place his snout in the puddle and watch the strands of blood float away in the clear liquid. Kind of like a solid snake, as he shut his eyes for a moment then opened them again. Well so much for exploring the magnificent places of Alacritis. The north was just full of quiet, abandoned causes. |