Razorback Ridge ذروة قرمزي razor-teeth

the voice was not one they knew. upon hearing it jawahir twisted up like a desert snake, lips faintly parted, fang tips ready.

it was one of their own kind - not a giant fit for the saints.

be wary of this dawn, they offer cryptic words along with cautious eyes. my lord sun fights in the valley below.

they hadn't thought themselves on-edge until this moment; it was a feeling that did not ease as they looked upon the desert rose.