Cryptor lay on the top of the old barn. His 11ft body, maroon scales and tan colored underside soaking in the nice warm rays of the sun high above now over the barn, the field and their inhabitants. he sighed softly feeling the warm thermic sunlight and tossed a bit and swished his tail in the comforting weather.<br/><br/>His eyes jolted open as the roof creeked a bit and he looked around, and seeing nothing in sight, layed his head back down just as the spot he rested on caved in and he fell into a large pile of hay beneath him.