((I'm bringing a second character to help revive my muse. You have free reign to do the same if you want.))
Was it a contest now? Maybe Bane was just overreacting to Redemption's nudges. Ah well, this digging was going a lot faster working with a paragon than it was alone.
Claw, kick, claw, kick.... Bane's legs and wings fell into comfortable rythym, as he began to get to the coolor sand beneath. Suddenly, his claws scraped against what felt like metal instead of sand. Looked like somebody else was already down there.
And boy, he couldn't be more right, for at that moment the ground began to shake, and the sand beneath him and the paragon began to rise.
Slowly, but surely, the massive head of a garagnir rose from the desert floor, sand pouring from the crevices in between its scales. Bane began to wildly flap his wings to keep his balance, but only wound up nearly falling off the edge. Only the perfectly timed snap of his jaws around one of the horns kept him from plummetting.
As for the Garagnir, he merely kept rising and rising until most of his body, save for his legs that were standing knee-deep, was free of the sand.
"What ho? Who's there?" he rumbled, glancing around from left to right.