Dawnlark Plains ≡ Dragonfly

Collision would be right in assuming he wasn't alone. As time passed he would turn his head and his eyes would settle on the white silhouette of another. Her body was painted with black and his head craned to her in mild curiosity. She was tall, though more slender, and it would appear there was an air of caution towards approaching him.

A friendly chuff reverberated from his chest and his eyes remained on her form. He folded his legs beneath him to make it quite clear he was no threat. He didn’t want her to run off or perhaps choose a path that was out of her way. It was possible that she simply needed to get past him and if that happened to be the case he wanted her to know there was no worry. He wasn’t the violent time. Furthest from it.

It seemed as though this was a regular routine for him upon meeting a new face. He had a tendency to be needed to make his presence less threatening and so he would regularly oblige. It was sad there were those of his kind with such ill intent they made others have to survive in fear. Caution was a great practice to be had. Unfortunately the bad guys didn’t walk around with signs on of assurance around their necks. No, that would be much too easy.