The Dawn of New

He turned his head slightly to look at her, now able to hold her fully in his sights. He watched as the expression of her visage spoke something entirely different that the sorrow that previously plagued her voice - instead, a smile touched her lips, and Raheerah found himself presenting a wicked grin in response. The scarred lips of the beast twisted upward, and his furrowed brow would perhaps make it difficult to discern a smile at all, but there it was. Hidden in amongst the fury and darkness that shrouded him from the start, there was a smile, some essence of the joy dredged up from his brief and fleeting childhood.

The touch she left on his shoulder was quick, and he could only begin to reciprocate when she suddenly broke away and leaped upon a higher standing rock. Raheerah remained where he was, watching her curiously - if to admire the musculature of the woman who ascended the rocks, and then descended them, only to bound off ahead him. Behind her, he could see her tail whip like a flag caught in the wind, inviting him to join in the run. Not just a run, though; a chase. The shaded beast curled up his lips, quickly weighing his options. Should he revert to the nature of a child, partake in this chase? This game? Or should he stand above that, as he usually did? Raheerah was no naive whelp. But, perhaps, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself.

With some hesitation, he chose to accept her challenge. The beast began to move forward, quicker than normal. His legs churned beneath him and pushed him on. Then, his pace quickened. The heaving mass of the male's bulk carried quickly despite all his weight. Raheerah was far from agile, but his muscles did grant him speed. Soon, the dragon was moving at top speed as they followed the mountain path down towards the valley, and he kept the tawny frame of his companion within his sights at all times. She was his target, his destination; where she moved, he would go, if only with the hope that he would reach her eventually.