But he does sit by the edge of the lake, with the water and sunlight reflecting off his scales and tail like glimmering rubies. Whenever someone strays near, he puffs himself up a little bigger, sways his tail to throw scarlet refractions across the shore, and generally looks a proud as a peacock.
Splash him with a little water to douse his ego, or admire the pompous lizard, but either way, he looks your way and rumbles a pretentious: “Impressive, no?”
❖ THIS HEAT IS INTENTS (ugh).
While nighttime and the moderating effect of the nearby lake help cool the evening air, Genesis sits a bit further back from all the activity. He’s not hidden among the taller reeds, given his bright red hair, and the fact he practically lounges with his wings out. All around him, fireflies gather, perching in the tall grass or a few along the dark feathers.
He watches them with a soft look, clearly fond despite his usual distaste for bugs. These ones are nostalgic, reminding him of watching them during summer nights back home in Banora. Clearly not one to be snuck up on, sharp hearing and all, he glances up at whoever approaches, but doesn’t move.
“They’re rather quaint, for insects at least. And something familiar is always welcome in a strange new place, isn’t it?”
OTA
OTA.
❖ SINK OR SWIM.
Genesis is choosing to do neither. In fact, with his large, buoyant tail and whatever else makes up the gelatinous-looking core of the dragon’s body he’d probably float instead. Fine by him, really. This sweltering heat doesn’t bother the red, and instead, he opens up his large black wings to absorb as much sunshine on their plumage as possible.
But he does sit by the edge of the lake, with the water and sunlight reflecting off his scales and tail like glimmering rubies. Whenever someone strays near, he puffs himself up a little bigger, sways his tail to throw scarlet refractions across the shore, and generally looks a proud as a peacock.
Splash him with a little water to douse his ego, or admire the pompous lizard, but either way, he looks your way and rumbles a pretentious: “Impressive, no?”
❖ THIS HEAT IS INTENTS (ugh).
While nighttime and the moderating effect of the nearby lake help cool the evening air, Genesis sits a bit further back from all the activity. He’s not hidden among the taller reeds, given his bright red hair, and the fact he practically lounges with his wings out. All around him, fireflies gather, perching in the tall grass or a few along the dark feathers.
He watches them with a soft look, clearly fond despite his usual distaste for bugs. These ones are nostalgic, reminding him of watching them during summer nights back home in Banora. Clearly not one to be snuck up on, sharp hearing and all, he glances up at whoever approaches, but doesn’t move.
“They’re rather quaint, for insects at least. And something familiar is always welcome in a strange new place, isn’t it?”
❖ WILDCARD.
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