dancing with the stars

Crescendo stood, and with his rising the last shreds of his dreams fell away. His nostrils flared as he tried to remember that scent...but he could not. With a disappointing sigh, he set off through the dark wood.

His muscles ripples as his massive frame maneuvered between objects in his path. His silver eyes were set in the direction of a voice, a faint "This is stupid" from just ahead. He slithered, silently into a clearing, which held a disgruntled looking Lusa. "Had a nightmare, deary?" he questioned her with almost no emotion in his voice.