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5331: Cedar

The land was dotted with sparse snowed-in shrubs, tufts of stubborn yellowed grass, and the occasional tree standing sentinel against the vast sky. Amid this expanse stood Rixx. His white snout so deep in the ground even his nose horn threatened to be drowned in the snow. Anyone passing by would likely only see a dusty brown boulder, if it weren't for his six distinct horns at the edge of his frill breaking his rounded silhouette by the way he squatted down. Fin...

The dry and dusty landscapes definitely weren’t Rixx’s favourite terrain. Reliable sources of water are near non-existent and the only food of interest to him are either dead, dry, far too bitter shrubs or spiny, thorned succulents- neither being to his taste. Rather not even mention the hardy and headstrong predators that seem to feel more than comfortable in these jagged and dry climates. Even if he insists he isn’t made for this terrain, the dusty brown styraco blends into thi...