Cobalt Carpetfang--Bog
There was something different about this place. There were no roots to slow him down, the temperature of the earth was much hotter, drier. As the huge cobalt carpetfang slide through the earth, he wandered where he had ended up. Just as quickly, he reminded himself that he didn't really care.
The sands of the desert rose and fell again in waves as something huge passed by underneath. He was getting closer to the surface, trying to scout out a proper place to surface. With hot sands, he knew he was in hostile terrain.
He neared the group, and his sensitive skin picked up the vibrations of their heartbeats and the coolness of their shadows. If nothing else, maybe a meal would come from this stop.
He burst through the sand, sending it showering. His wild navy and black mane, cerulean rainbowed scales, and striking yellow eyes contrast brilliantly against the drab backdrop.
Instantly he regretted the action, as the sun was hot against his dark mane. But, too late now. He was here, and though he was temporarily blinded by the lights, he hissed in the general direction of the group at seeing the massive outlines of the two Garagnir.