Legs in Motion

Silence reigned until my joints stirred. I flexed one long limb, then another, testing the reach of my black-and-red reach across the floorboards. I was not a frozen prop; motion belongs to me now. Towering above the orange skeleton standing before me, I extended my foremost leg and let it tap lightly against its hard plastic skull. It gave a dry, hollow clack. My gathered ranks stood still, but I felt the surge of dominion begin right here in this room.