10-02-2019, 10:39 AM
The sand above him is nearing uncomfortably warm, but Terin is quite reluctant to move. He always is, of course; sleeping is not something he readily abandons. Instead he flicks his overlong tail irritably. It's uncovered, he can tell - the sun is too hot on his scales - and he grunts petulantly from where he lies buried in the sand before finally admitting to himself that it is time to wake up.
The sapphire blue creature rises from beneath the sand of the beach, ridding himself of the sand with a few rough shakes. He'd fallen asleep near the shore at high tide, and the shifting waves and billowing sand had covered him as the water receded. It is how he always sleeps, and yet he is eternally surly that the water pulls back and the sun makes him too warm. He blinks up at the sun now, muttering under his breath, and settles back onto his haunches.
Grumbling to himself about the inconvenience of the sun and the tide, Terin nearly misses the set of tracks ahead of him. Tilting his scaled head, he follows them from the shoreline to the edge of the jungle and then back again. Whoever it was had passed by quite recently, possibly just in time to miss the irritable flicking of a finned tail followed by a dragon emerging from the sand. Or perhaps they hadn't missed it at all, and are instead trying to avoid him.
Well, he can't have that.
So he follows the hoofprints off the beach, forgetting his vendetta against the too warm sun as he slips beneath the shadows of the palms. Moving on limbs that were meant mostly for the water means he is not especially swift, but it seems that the creature he is pursuing is not moving especially quickly, and he soon catches sight of a pale shape on the path ahead.
"Hey." He calls, stopping his pursuit now that he's laid eyes on the unfamiliar mare. He doesn't know her, but he also knows better than to show too much interest in prey marked by his father to risk catching up to her too soon. "Where're you going?"
On all fours, Terin knows his head is barely higher than the shoulder of most horses, and so he rises now onto his hindlegs, where he can look down at them more comfortably. "Who are you?" He adds, tilting his crested head curiously as his dark eyes catch on a matching crest worn by the mare ahead of him.
@[Aquaria]
ooc: his dragon form looks kinda like this in my head, and he is youngish so still kinda small!
The sapphire blue creature rises from beneath the sand of the beach, ridding himself of the sand with a few rough shakes. He'd fallen asleep near the shore at high tide, and the shifting waves and billowing sand had covered him as the water receded. It is how he always sleeps, and yet he is eternally surly that the water pulls back and the sun makes him too warm. He blinks up at the sun now, muttering under his breath, and settles back onto his haunches.
Grumbling to himself about the inconvenience of the sun and the tide, Terin nearly misses the set of tracks ahead of him. Tilting his scaled head, he follows them from the shoreline to the edge of the jungle and then back again. Whoever it was had passed by quite recently, possibly just in time to miss the irritable flicking of a finned tail followed by a dragon emerging from the sand. Or perhaps they hadn't missed it at all, and are instead trying to avoid him.
Well, he can't have that.
So he follows the hoofprints off the beach, forgetting his vendetta against the too warm sun as he slips beneath the shadows of the palms. Moving on limbs that were meant mostly for the water means he is not especially swift, but it seems that the creature he is pursuing is not moving especially quickly, and he soon catches sight of a pale shape on the path ahead.
"Hey." He calls, stopping his pursuit now that he's laid eyes on the unfamiliar mare. He doesn't know her, but he also knows better than to show too much interest in prey marked by his father to risk catching up to her too soon. "Where're you going?"
On all fours, Terin knows his head is barely higher than the shoulder of most horses, and so he rises now onto his hindlegs, where he can look down at them more comfortably. "Who are you?" He adds, tilting his crested head curiously as his dark eyes catch on a matching crest worn by the mare ahead of him.
@[Aquaria]
ooc: his dragon form looks kinda like this in my head, and he is youngish so still kinda small!