Time to Think

he would quickly pull himself rock to rock, careful as to not trip upon some of the more unusually narrowed ones. his claws would grip the surface, though soon he would give up on his travels. His large crown would swivel side to side; fiery gaze locking upon a rather delicate and dainty figure. A devious grin would pull upon his maw as he nears closer, his sweet tongue licking eagerly upon inky lips. " You look like an interesting sort of prey." He would tilt his crown to the side, hoping to near closer to her. His claws would click against the dark rocks; scraping against them to make a strange screech noice " Can i try?" He would not advance, though his mouth would drool, his gaze devouring her existence. How pretty she was, a shame he only saw her as bait.

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