Vulgaris
He had accepted Wolfbane’s offer of becoming the paladin for Loess, thus assigning him the task of guarding the borders from any would-be threats. They live in an era of peace, though, and his daily strolls typically end without any sort of eventful skirmishes. Today he has allowed himself to stray from the borders just a little, roaming closer to the river nearby. His dust-emerald eyes roam across his surroundings and he sighs slowly as the summer heat continues to wash across his back mercilessly. He wonders if true serpents dread this season as much as he does or if his cold-blooded cousins savor the heat. But then he hears the rustle of wings and his ears swivel in the direction of the source.
Already, his head is lowered over his neck and his fangs are bared. A single drop of venom slips from one of his fangs.
But it’s only Rey, cloaked in new colors, that comes into view. How excited he had been to stretch his muscles and offer up a display of his strength just seconds before! Vulgaris lifts his dark gray head and spits the lingering venom from his mouth as he approaches her. His expression softens to something that could be construed as friendly to anyone who knows how to read him, though she hasn’t seen him nearly enough to.
“I can try to make squirrel noises if you want,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. He admires the splash of red across her face and the sky-blue strands of her mane, vaguely jealous that he will always be a simple gray creature. His only bragging point, in his opinion, is having dapples that he thinks look nice. If he could choose, though, he would be an iridescent and glimmering shade of white. He sighs faintly at the thought before brushing it from his mind. Such dreams will never be realized without begging the powers that be, and he has never been one to grovel.