Hands that were more easily likened to gnarled claws grasped a small box, cardboard brown and stained in some places. The creature gurgled disapprovingly. Not yet right. He carefully began to rummage in the knapsack on the ground beside him for something. After a few moments, he found what he sought.
The pretty thing from his last meal.
His tail began wagging crazily as those same mangled claws, after a great deal of struggle and effort, managed to tie the thing around the box. A cloth ribbon that was green and white and shimmered faintly in the sunlight now adorned the tiny ramshackle box, however the edges of the ribbon were stained with some dark brownish-red substance.Â
The misshapen aerodactyl's face pulled back its lips and smiled, the rows of large, protruding, misaligned fangs glistening as he sat there, admiring his creation, tail thumping the ground a little as a whine issued from his throat. A sound that, if it had not been coming from such a monstrous and ugly creature, might have been likened to a squeal of glee.
