[Black Dragon]

Snek felt his left eye twitch with rage. How could someone be so stupid? He pulled back his right arm, his fist tightly clenched and prepared to strike. It was then that fatigue and sorrow then washed over him once again. What was the use? Anger wasn't going to solve anything... it never had. Sighing, Snek relaxed his arm and sat down right where he stood, resting his arms on his mechanical legs.
"Feh... what's the point? I got no friends, family... nothing... and hurtin' someone won't change that." he muttered to himself and he pushed his visor up again.
His eyes then wandered to the face of the driver. She was a Mudokon obviously, but she was of a peculiar coloring like himself and long strands of hair sprouted from her head in place of feathers. She didn't look like she'd intentionally hurt someone. He sighed a third time and got slowly to his feet and walked over to her.
"Sorry 'bout that, miss... I haven't exactly been havin' a good day. Listen, I'll make yer a deal... I'll use my tools to repair yer kart if you give me a ride to the nearest town. Ok?" he asked as he looked down at her, eyes puffy and in dire need of rest.