Shosanna

(flaps arms!!! i feel wanted!!! ;v; )

Without hesitation he splashed into the water, and relished the sudden coldness that enveloped his body. It rose up and swallowed the male's body up to his chest, creeping in past thick and oily locks of fur to touch his taut skin, bringing sensations of cold and icy needles. Raheerah stood in it for a moment, feeling the current tug on his limbs. He tilted his head to peer out towards the origin of the creek - somewhere among the mountains, surely - and then further out towards the Vale, before his attention affixed back on the waters. He snorted gruffly and briefly plunged his jaws beneath the surface, gnawing at stray debris that slowly drifted away from the fur of his legs.

It was her voice that summoned him from preening filth from his limbs; hearing her speak out against the babbling of the creek, Raheerah first twisted back an ear, and then raised his head to turn and look at her. Water dribbled quickly, and then lazily from his chin as it hurried to meet the pull of gravity. It was mimicked by rivulets of water that streamed from the fur of his cheeks and throat, all of which already clung stubbornly to his body, outlining the curvature of his honed muscles. Like a wild predator, the burning red of his single eye lingered on her, indecisive of her offer.

He wasn't so certain how well the water itself could clean him, and Raheerah knew that he had little intention of tending to his appearance himself once he emerged from the creek. Perhaps it would benefit him to allow the woman to groom him, if cleaning himself had been his priority. "Veerry weelll." The dragon rumbled. He slowly turned and lumbered back out of the water, drawing from its grasp to the dry land beside the porcelain lady. Raheerah faced her - he held her mismatched gaze for a moment that could have been rendered uncomfortable on her end - and then he turned and faced the creek once more, only to sink down to his haunches. He was a hellish and frightening creature. His essence was crafted in an environment that shared the brutality of Hell, but he had emerged from that creation somehow astoundingly tolerant of mortal beings like Velox. It was one of his small virtues.