Veren Land-Shark

Commodious walked casually in-front of his small caravan. The journey was blessedly uneventful and nearing its end. Commodious wanted nothing more than to sit in front of the fire and eat a nice home cooked meal. Pushing through an detour was worth the reward in his opionin, the warning of paranoid road patrols be damned! He had two Conds and four well trained guards, nothing would dare attack him, man or beast.

Commodious found out how wrong he was in short order. He assumed something was off when his two 1200 pound pack animals started panicking. Cond's were not known for being easily frightened, Commodious himself watch the pair fight of a bear by themselves, once. What ever was nothing the beasts put the fear of Invictus into him, and his guards. Then quickly as an arrow flys, the ground exploited out from under the wagon. Commodious was tossed back into a tree. His head spun as he tried to comprehend the situation. All he could make out was a blurred mess of flailing limbs, spraying blood, and thrashing carapace. The screams of Cond and man alike joined in terrible symphony. Then silence. Commodious' vision came to him as he saw a massive beast a centaur and a half tall covered with sleek armored carapace eating one of his dead beasts. The thing sported a massive triangular dorsal carapace that seemed impossibly smooth. It tore into the dying Cond with a mouth the size of his torso, and shredded limbs with massive claws that look as if made of rock. The beast ate for a while before jumping away, then digging its self a hole in the ground. It dawned on Commodious what the thing was. A Veren Land-shark, turns out those patrols were not so paranoid after all.