"Over here!" he called, unclipping his mask so that the sound would carry along the black volcanic crags. The Xanathor he rode hissed at the overloud noise, dorsal spines bristling, a clawed food scraping at the porous stone.
"Another one! You can see the smoke!"
His command had been scouring the region, first for a passable route for the rest of the army-- but throughout the night, comets small and large had crashed in the area, and together, they'd begun looking first as a curiosity...
.. and then to collect the strange, beautiful metals that had fallen, charred and scarred almost beyond recognition. Held up to the light, they'd rippled with layers and colors. With a shift of his legs and a clicking noise, he urged the scaled beast to crest the nearer boulders.
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"Another one! You can see the smoke!"
His command had been scouring the region, first for a passable route for the rest of the army-- but throughout the night, comets small and large had crashed in the area, and together, they'd begun looking first as a curiosity...
.. and then to collect the strange, beautiful metals that had fallen, charred and scarred almost beyond recognition. Held up to the light, they'd rippled with layers and colors. With a shift of his legs and a clicking noise, he urged the scaled beast to crest the nearer boulders.