The Dawn of New

As expected, she had begun to follow him. Seeing that she had risen to carry on after the ashen beast, Raheerah turned away, pointing his muzzle forth as his stride began. But seconds later she had fallen behind again and contested his lead. The male stopped abruptly, lashing his tail. Further confusion sprouted from him - slight irritation, though he still didn't understand entirely her hesitation. Raheerah again swung his head around to look at her, but her question only caused his lips to curl into a sneer. An oily, slick laugh began to pour from his lips. It was deep and foreboding, deceptive - a laugh that could cause discomfort, had there been any kind of malicious intent. It could disgruntle any who weren't Xi'nuata, surely. "Thaat is to assuuuume anyy would wiish to be miine. Or Iiii theirs." He pointed out, amused. Did she really think that taking a mate was in any way his priority?

"Yoouu have nothiiing to feeeear." Raheerah snorted; the smile continued to wear on his face as he turned away from her, as though it were the residual humor of a joke she had told. Truly, it would be foolish to take a mate, as he held a significant lack of caring for any other creature. None held his romantic interest, if he were to have any. Or any concept of love at all. He was far above such sentiments. It would merely disappoint whoever mistook him for romantic candidacy. He swung his tail behind him again, welcoming her to join him in his steps. Though he walked away, the idea nagged on his brain, and it was the constant reassurance that her worry was without foundation. But was it truly?