we're death defying, coming in like lightning
The thing about silence is that even the slightest sound carries, much to his annoyance. At first, he ignores the faint shuffling in the distance. It isn’t until the distinct sound of hooves against scrubby earth grows too near to ignore that he finally begins to pay attention to it. When those hooves skitter across shale in a more abrupt movement, he finally lifts his head, vibrant green eyes roaming the columns of stone until they land on dusty red features that just as quickly disappear behind the sheltering rock.
A bubble of amusement rises through his chest as he snakes his long neck around to follow the young stallion. His scales scrape against the stone as he shifts his weight, sending several pebbles skittering away from his bulk. His long talons dig in, creating shallow grooves in his perch as he balances his weight in order to peek around ruins until he finds the intruder.
The boy is younger than he first believed, stuck somewhere between colt and stallion.
A mischievous glint lights his bright eyes, mouth stretching into a draconic grin, unwittingly revealing a row of sharp teeth as he leans precariously forward. His deep inhale is all the warning the young stallion gets before a sharp exhale sends a plume of smoke billowing towards him.
It’s cut off by an abrupt, coughing laugh, deeper and more rumbly in this form than Roue is used. It startles him from his perch, forcing him to snap his wings wide in order to catch himself before he thumps unceremoniously onto the ground.
“Oops,” he says, scaled lips lifting into another toothy grin. Stretching himself lazily across the stony ground, he tips his head towards the stranger. “Hope I didn’t startle you.”
roué
@Meyer