[Salamander]

"Well, my old man was a Mantis. I take after him most, I think. My other parent- my sire, that is- was a Scorpion." She lifted up her pincer, her dark red chitin appearing even redder in the firelight. "All I know about 'im is that he, or she, I guess- had some damn shitty genes. This thing's pretty much useless." She weakly opened and closed the twisted claw, before lowering it back to her lap. With her functioning hand she added a stick to the fire. "So, Vespa, what about you? You're a wasp, obviously, but why so far from a hive?"