We walk up to the paddock and he waves his arm toward his stock.
“They’re all purebreds, straight from Xygoth.”
“They look… disgusting, and they smell… what even is that?”
“That’s their natural musk, it’s fine.”
“Don’t you have anything smaller, and faster?”
“Oh, you don’t want anything but this. The Canonalls are the best to ride across the desert. They don’t need much water at all.”
“Right, but…” I didn’t know what to say. The monster hulked before me with it’s scaly, elephant thick skin with long ropes of droll dropping from it’s dopey face.
“Okay. I’ll take her.”… Read the rest