The day was quiet; peaceful, one might go so far to say.
The base was still--those on duty were out on patrol on on missions and those with precious time off were spending time with those they cared for. The sun shone brightly and the position on the fertile boarder of the Wilt'no Desert kept the winter chill away. At least, on the desert side of their rather expanded base territory.
It was here that there'd been a garden started--in bloom with fresh produce just waiting to be harvested and enjoyed. At least...that had been the general desire and design of having the garden.
However, the fence surrounding it was decidedly crushed and among the plants was a giant lizard beast of rather centurion build. The six-legged creature walked idly on it's back two sets of legs, the front set was working delicately at the vines of the plants. Razor sharp claws sliced the ripe produce from their vines and the beast would lower it's giant head and carefully pluck each vegetable off the ground in turn to savor it.
Drali
The Rathril lifted it's head--already standing a daunting seven foot tall at least at the shoulder--, mane littered with leaves that had gotten caught by accident in the sweeps of it's sharp claws. Fresh tomato juice slowly trickled down the from of it's muzzle and the beat rumbled lowly and contently. Long double tipped tails lay motionless on the ground behind it, only upturned enough to keep the furred tufts on the ends from dragging in the ground.
The spotted scales sported another strange sight--a small pack attached at it's hip and what looked like a loosely fashioned reign tethered and twined around the massive jaws. It didn't seem to mind either unnatural addition, despite it's rather feral patterning. just how could it have gotten past base defenses anyway?
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The base was still--those on duty were out on patrol on on missions and those with precious time off were spending time with those they cared for. The sun shone brightly and the position on the fertile boarder of the Wilt'no Desert kept the winter chill away. At least, on the desert side of their rather expanded base territory.
It was here that there'd been a garden started--in bloom with fresh produce just waiting to be harvested and enjoyed. At least...that had been the general desire and design of having the garden.
However, the fence surrounding it was decidedly crushed and among the plants was a giant lizard beast of rather centurion build. The six-legged creature walked idly on it's back two sets of legs, the front set was working delicately at the vines of the plants. Razor sharp claws sliced the ripe produce from their vines and the beast would lower it's giant head and carefully pluck each vegetable off the ground in turn to savor it.
Drali
The Rathril lifted it's head--already standing a daunting seven foot tall at least at the shoulder--, mane littered with leaves that had gotten caught by accident in the sweeps of it's sharp claws. Fresh tomato juice slowly trickled down the from of it's muzzle and the beat rumbled lowly and contently. Long double tipped tails lay motionless on the ground behind it, only upturned enough to keep the furred tufts on the ends from dragging in the ground.
The spotted scales sported another strange sight--a small pack attached at it's hip and what looked like a loosely fashioned reign tethered and twined around the massive jaws. It didn't seem to mind either unnatural addition, despite it's rather feral patterning. just how could it have gotten past base defenses anyway?
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