Oh he loved the way his wings seemed to glow in the early morning light, an elegant toss of his muscular neck brought out the powerful, defined muscles in the tawny coloured pelt. Once opened, the powerful feathers of his wings could fill the sky! Launch him ever so gratefully into the beautiful sky above. In his very element.
But alas, the earth called for some of his glowering attention. It to had to bask in his handsome poise. And perhaps a new pretty fae to add to his collection.
Naarar positioned himself beside the river, in the dappled sunlight between the vined trees and bubbling water. Only to glance over his shoulder in confusion as a mare stumbled past in a rather slow, plodding pace.
He eyed her with surprise, ruffling his folded wings and couldn't help but admire the dancing flames upon her withers. A hellion perhaps? He was yet to add a hellion to his collection.
"Greetings fae," he called after her, moving quickly along the path to match her pace gracefully "tis a beautiful morning to go for a wander, is it not?"