~Javiero~
Tiny clawed feet scampered across the hot earth, not making a sound. However, the creature hardly felt it; for his old home held sand much warmer than this. But of course, he couldn't go back to his home; oh, not ever. It had been swept away last Spring by a desert tornato; everything had been lost. His mother, his father... even his siblings; not to mention their little den in the sand. Now, at the age of a young warrior, he wanted to start again; start fresh from the agony of his past. Letting out a small sigh, the fairly large Mali-Uromastyx lizard stopped at the border, smelling the large amount of cat smells. Would they hurt him him? Hopefully not. Lifting his head, Javiero called out as loudly as his parched throat could muster. "Senore? Senorita? Could I have some help Por Favor?"
