there's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home || rou, any

[Diable Rouge]

 The trip had been relatively short, a three day walk from his usual hideaway, and as Diable Rouge approached his new abode, the climate began to change. Rou emerged from the water to find an effervescent plain, budding with beautiful grasses and vast arrays of other vegetation. The humidity was unfavorable, and his rust colored pelt grew generously damp with perspiration, but he assumed time would allow his body to become accustom to it. The cool water and boiling lava caused a thick steam to cover the earth in a gray haze, which took his eyes some straining to be able to see through. As his hooves emerged from the water to the warm sand, he felt a mixture of incredible awe and terrifying anxiousness.
Rou, head held high, gazed at the feminine figure in front of him. His jaw was clenched tight from lack of talking, but he didn’t mind. He was quiet, brooding, and enjoyed taking in his surroundings. He watched as she stretched her magnificent wings and preened them to her liking before moving into the dense vegetation that awaited. Her head turned ever so slightly to gaze at him, and he found his lips curl into a gentle smile. His muscular legs lead him to a place beside her as the tall reeds of grass danced around them. His body ached from walking, his eyelids were heavy from lack of sleep, but he felt comfortable at her side.
“Welcome, Rou – to Tephra.” Ellyse muttered to him. He looked over to her and nodded.
“It is beautiful…but I don’t see those boiling pits of magma you’d been promising,” He joked, letting a chuckle escape his lips. The pair began to walk again, and Rou took in his surroundings as well as he could, considering the mist that enveloped them.
“Who…” He paused, waiting for words to find him again. “Who leads here?”