#grimmandy

地 —        It's warm in Texas today, and sunny -- which is good for                 Clay, as the nights were cold and long, and he needed                 the sun against his scales, warming the blood through                 his veins. He's at his sunspot relaxing, a dead jackrabbit                 curled up beside the rock he's lying on. His tail twitches                 contentedly as the sun warms his veins, eyes closed                 carelessly.                                  He's like that for awhile before he can sense                 something coming up the mountain, far off, just up the                 base. His eyes open in alertness and he rises, about 6                 feet off the ground to his "standing position", forked                 tongue flicking out in anticipation. His tail can sense                 vibrations in the ground caused by people coming up                 his mountain -- and that's what this is.                 He could just cause an earthquake to get rid of the                 intruder... but what if it's one of the friendly ones who                 came to chat him up? So it's with that thought in mind                 that he starts to scale down the mountain, tail dragging                 heavily through the worn-out paths he's carved into                 the mountainside over hundreds of years.                 He can see something red and glinting in the distance,                 and with fire in mind he halts, giving a low hiss of                 distaste. He rounds a path to come face-to-face with                 a young lady, flaxen-haired and slender, and he                 stops dead in his tracks.                  She has a tail.                                            Just like his.                  She's a Naga too.