National
Seven Thousand Club
(Hope I can butt in)
At the top of the mast, a small, robotic chameleon was perched on the side, small metallic grooves hooked into the wood. The chameleon's eyes shuttered like a camera, focusing on the two that started to come up the ship. The wind whispered through the many kinks in the small robots exoskeleton, the wind whistling slightly through it.
sitanomoto
Demonhunter
At the top of the mast, a small, robotic chameleon was perched on the side, small metallic grooves hooked into the wood. The chameleon's eyes shuttered like a camera, focusing on the two that started to come up the ship. The wind whispered through the many kinks in the small robots exoskeleton, the wind whistling slightly through it.
sitanomoto
Demonhunter