The smell of fresh rain rose from his huge form with the waves of steam that drifted off his scales. Early morning on the Isles of Sheketh were like this. He had not yet made a true den for himself and truth be told, he enjoyed the cool night air more than he remembered.
A huge silver eye cracked open as the sounds of night birds and insects changed in the distance, he had been here for several weeks now, and he could feel the changes in their calls now. He had been careful to reduce the effect of his extended presence on the island but somethings he could not control completely. One was the dense mist that rose while he slept, the other was the sensation of changes on his island.
Something had changed, something new, and he was nothing if not curious.
A huge silver eye cracked open as the sounds of night birds and insects changed in the distance, he had been here for several weeks now, and he could feel the changes in their calls now. He had been careful to reduce the effect of his extended presence on the island but somethings he could not control completely. One was the dense mist that rose while he slept, the other was the sensation of changes on his island.
Something had changed, something new, and he was nothing if not curious.