Tail slides, slow, along the sandy shoreline, suns' rays showing the truth of his color ; the deepest black, shaded with hues of blue. In the eyes of those, who had surely only heard tales, a sight to behold. If only, he felt that way. LONELINESS, in its way, had a sour habit of stripping the ego away, to but bones. Out here, he felt vulnerable. Felt as if, he were nothing. Felt weak, without that lance, in his claws.
Slightest sea - breeze moves through his hair, salt's scent kissing his cheeks and the tips of pointed ears. It was nice, up here, once in a spell. The Lumen Caves, would always be home, for there were none to protect those that dwell within it, with his absence. And, no matter who the largest in the region could grow to be, HE, WAS THE APEX.
❝ ... If I'm to grow, as large as my blood - kin, then even the waves will bow at the simple stroke of my wings. Hurricanes, would dispel, and entire settlements would shift. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThough, he didn't believe, all of that to be true.
Gentle laps of warmer water meet his scales, and he does not neglect how mer seems to play with it, sway its' direction. Be it the way scales shimmered beneath it, or something else, he was not one to withdraw what little amusement could be found in this world. ( He'd tell none, but smaller lizard - kin hatchlings often used him as a play structure, sliding down the membrane of strong wings and hanging from horns. )
❝ We, those among the Apex Class, cannot rest. We have too much to care for. Even now, I feel guilt for my absence. Tartarus only knows, what those little things are getting up to. ❞ He speaks, of such troubles, but body makes no efforts to move. The sun was a blessing, 'pon his skin, its' warmth truly that unmatched. The Caverns and cave - systems were damp, cold. He'd find sunlight in some scattered areas, where the roof of Abbalon fell inward ; and too, in the Godswood, did the sun shine. A shudder, tail whipping, slapping into the water to the very thought of he who would dwell THERE.
❝ Is that so. You do not appear, as the troublemaking type. ❞ But looks, were all too deceptive. He, of great stature and blood, of uneven tooth and claw, should be a ferocious, fire - breathing behemoth with little regard for those below him. Oh, how untrue that was. Clawed wings shift, and legs beneath him push to stand, lower body shaking itself free of dry and dampened sand alike. ❝ Moxt ir, LITTLE ONE, I think you lonely, should you search for companionship in someone like myself.
... I cannot stay longer, today. But I will make efforts, to visit. There are rivers, lakes, in the Lumen Caves ; but the water there, would harm you, I fear, and so I will compromise. Once per three moons, I will visit this place. And only this place. Your ... people, do not interest me, in the way that you do. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA hopefully appealing, and fair deal.
