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*Neios* · (This post was last modified: 03-17-2014, 09:33 AM by Neios.)

He would writhe in protest beneath the waters surface as he paddled upward, his head finally bursting through the surface with a vexed grunt. With his mouth agape he would gasp for air, his gaze frantically searching for the crock who had managed to throw him in. He would manage to catch sight of the stranger tossing what seemed to be a toad at the lizard, and her feeble attempts at assisting him brought a displeased sneer to his face. Little did he know she had poisoned the crocodile.

He would begin to paddle toward the waters edge, his eyes glancing toward the rogue beast as he continued on. Luckily he would manage to slip undetected due to its attention being set on the female. Once he felt muck between his toes he would launch himself forward in an attempt to get out of the water as fast as possible. He would shake water from his pelt, and his stern gaze would fall upon the female and the crock before her. Curiously he would watch, interested to know how she planned on taking this thing down. Certainly flinging a toad was not her only plan?

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