we're death defying, coming in like lightning
Once, he had been careless and carefree in the face of the harsh realities of the world. Over time, the jaunty beat of a youthful heart had turned to the jaded pounding of a man who has seen too much. However, while carlessness may have faded into cynicism, he remained just as irreverent and spirited as ever.
At least, most of the time.
Even the spirited need a vacation from time to time. And today is that day for Roue. He had carefully selected the spot he now occupies, his draconic form stretched lazily over the tallest, flattest rock he could find. It truly is the perfect spot. The sun warms his shimmering scales, glinting over the gold speckling his hide, and the silence, eerie to some, is music to his sensitive ears.
A plume of smoke escapes his nostrils as he exhales on a satisfied sigh, basking in the rare moment of peace.
The world might have gone to shit, but there are still plenty of things to enjoy about this new Beqanna. And enjoy them he would. Jaded as life might have made him, he still has enough memories of a happy childhood to remind him existence isn’t always a cruel mistress. Maybe one day, he would get to experience that again in truth.
Today however, he wanted nothing so much as to simply exist without the world reminding him of all that waited beyond this isolated perch.
roué
