10-11-2020, 10:12 PM
Stheno
Gentle were the waves that caressed her body, scaled and furred, as she slept on the beach. Taken to the barren land... well, mostly barren -- by a hefty storm, the hybrid found herself waking up from a usual dream. Her eyes set upon green borders of deadly plants, with wastes beyond the borders. Jaws parting in a yawn, the hybrid slipped by the snapping jaws of oversized flytraps, darting to and fro until she was free of them. Silver eyes set upon the blue sky as her muscled flexed, hood and all. Her tongue flicked out cautiously as she scanned the area for movement. Lush green borders followed by a mainly barren inland seemed too unnatural. Someone had to be here.
She looked for movement in the distance, tongue flicking out in hopes of finding someone. Or maybe not. Probably not. But most likely someone had to had made the plants.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗