Dreaming Reality: Part Two

There was still no fear in her though, inexplicably so, the salazzle-aerodactyl hissing and twisting and reaching for her moves. her scent flooded the air, her first defence, a visible, pink cloud of it swamping her almost as if she was using smog.

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