we're death defying, coming in like lightning
The young stallion’s petulant retort inspires another rumbling laugh, though it is short lived. With his proximity to the youth, he can now smell the waves of fear rolling from him, masked by false bravado. So Roue remains very still as his wary new acquaintance sidles up to scratch where he’d requested. After all, it is not his intention to frighten the boy so badly he simply drops from heart failure.
When the colt speaks again, his words shrill with horror, Roue retreats slightly. Eyeing the newly scaled arm speculatively, he tilts his head first one way, then the other. When the youth demands he stop however, Roue snorts with faint amusement. With a shrug, he replies simply, “I cannot.”
Scooting back a little farther, Roue lowers his head to rest on his clawed forefeet, eyes roving over his companion’s smaller form, watching the changes with open curiosity. After a moment, he says, “I don’t think nature much cares what we want.”
A little brutal in its honesty, but he suspects the boy needs to hear it. It is one thing that Roue has some experience in at least. After all, no one had ever asked him if he wanted to be a dragon either. Of course, some part of him had always been draconic in nature, but he had never once been desirous of becoming one in truth. And then, one day, he had woken up and discovered he could. What should have been an exciting discovery had instead resulted in days of misery. Days in which he had been stuck in a hazy purgatory between horse and dragon with no idea how to shift fully into one or the other.
Obviously he had figured it out. Eventually. Though he really hates dwelling on those miserable days before he had, Roue still decides to offer what little advice he has to the younger stallion, unhelpful as it may be. “You’re better off accepting it. It’ll go much easier for you than if you resist.”
roué
@Meyer