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I’m currently rereading House of Cards, and this song just kinda reminded me of angel ☺️

A small bunny walks in, feeling tense as he looks into the darkness. Geez.. It's desolate here. That's usually a bad sign. But, what exactly lurks here..?

The sound of his weight beats against the grassy earth as General Scales makes his way towards Cape Claw's hidden fortress. The dense foliage of the coast's jungle giving way, practically parting before his large frame and revealing the imposing structure that stands as a testament to the sharpclaw's dominion over the lands of Sauria.

Its stone walls rise defiantly as they reach out to kiss the Saurian night sky. The ancient building showcasing the signature crest and proud emblem of his clan, of the sharpclaw. The many banners hang and fly in the humid breeze, each one bearing the weight and scars of many untold histories and battles. The scent of damp earth and tropical flora fills the air, mingling with the sharp tang of salt from the nearby sea. Scales's Waterfall, as his mother has come to name the landmark, crashes thunderously nearby in a magnificent display of nature's power. The cascade of crystal clear blue water descends from a cliff high above, its waters tumbling and frothing before pooling into a beautiful river that snakes along the coast, eventually feeding Sauria's sparkling ocean. Moonlight dances on the surface of the calm river, effectively casting phermeral ripples that shimmer like liquid silver. It is a sight that never fails to captivate the large dinosaur; a reminder of the untamed beauty that surrounds his tribe, even in the heart of their powerful dominion.

Scales's keen eyes, accustomed to the darkest of nights, pierce through the jungle's thick shadows, effectively catching glimpses of the various nocturnal creatures and wildlife that scurry about the planet at this hour. The crashing waves in the distance providing a steady, rhythmic undertone, however it's quickly interrupted by the sound of an unusual and unfamiliar rustling -- the sound, normally considered unassuming when located so deep within the planet's nature, stands out to the sharpclaw general. This noise was not the typical hopping and flopping of a Bafomdad or a Duster. No, this was something much different.

That's when a low rumble begins in the depths of the large dinosaur's chest, it's a guttural growl that seems to vibrate the very air around them. It ripples through the fortress walls, reverberating like an ominous warning. The muscles in his jaw tense, the corners of his lips curl upward, revealing the dangerously sharp edges of his huge teeth. It's a chilling sight, the grin that holds the promise of danger. As his growling intensifies, it transforms into a roar--a primal, thunderous declaration of dominance towards the invader he has detected. The sound is a shockwave; a literal physical force that moves the very stone of the building, rattling loose debris and stirring up the night's air. It is a roar that speaks of power, of a predator laying claim to his prize...

-chaos anon ;)