[center][h1][u][b]Reoth[/b][/u][/h1]
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Indeed, as Reoth hunted he knew very well his white scales made him easy to spot for many. It was due to this knowledge that he knew he had to move quietly, and quickly. He would dart from rock to rock as quickly and quietly as he could in order to keep from being in the open for longer than needed, or very long at all. Right now, speed and silence were his best friends when traveling.

It was as he darted into a cluster of stones that he picked up on a different buzzing sound from the usual insects. Following the noise cautiously, he would soon peek out around a rock to spot a pixie flitting through the air. It seemed to get closer, however, the little thing seemed to be paying very little attention below it, and therefore had yet to notice him.

This was Reoth's first chance at a real meal for the day, and he knew that he might not catch it if he alerted now. So he would wait, until it was close enough for him to be less likely to miss. Then somewhat instinctively, he opened his mouth and shot poison spit out at it, aiming for its back where its wings connected. A little surprised that he could do that, but maintaining sight on the creature to see if he hit.