[Chronarch snaps her teeth in frustration, a sound like a butcher's knife coming down on a slab of meat.
Then she... takes off. It's too itchy, having her scales move like that, does not like. But she hovers and circles like a massive vulture anyway, glaring down through the shadow she casts.]
Spam
Then she... takes off. It's too itchy, having her scales move like that, does not like. But she hovers and circles like a massive vulture anyway, glaring down through the shadow she casts.]