Valley of Gold the drake

commotion has attracted the tastes of the pharaoh; that, and the prolonged absence of arkane. nostrils wet, he scents after the masculine, searching the dunes for him. pleased only when he sees the man in the distance, but brows sliding above gilded eyes when he is not alone.

jealousy? no. samir does not get jealous. his chin upturns and he comes forth.

movements slender, easy. black paws splaying sand, maneuvering with the feline grace he is revered for as he narrows down upon the both of them.

silent as he awaits introduction.