He was becoming more used to this strange shape of too many limbs and teeth and scales, though he had spent most of his time in it in Halo, above the snowy wastes and frozen sea. Remi had helped him begin taming the beast within, however, and now that Remi was... gone... he was determined to hold on to that gift the alchemist had given him. So when he could steal a moment or two he stretched his wings, flying high enough to not draw attention from those below him.
Well. Usually.
The thermals of Longheat were broad, powerful things, he was learning. He could soar at leisure above the, turning and turning as the land unfolded beneath him, from fields to forests, spire to settlement. The Oasis glinted blue and clear in the distance, and as he continued to glide a small herd of deer broke from the woodlands, frightened by something within. He didn't even think, hunter's instincts taking over as he folded his wings and began to fall, his shadow passing over the trio and sending them scattering. He rumbled fierce amusement and snapped his wings open just above the tree-tops, skimming over them as he tried to follow the path of the old doe who had ducked back under leafy cover. She dodged and he followed, just barely keeping up with her before she crossed a clearing, unused to being hunted from above. He dropped like a stone, landing behind her with scale-feathered tail lashing as she made good her escape and he watched her go, feeling the instinct to chase and kill, but pleased that he could master it.
He turned, settling back on his haunches as he tensed to leap skyward once more, but a flicker of a familiar scent caught his attention and he lowered himself once more, nosing towards the edge of the clearing and into the shade beyond. Though he was a sinuous thirty feet long from nose to tail tip, much of that was long neck and longer tail. Even so, he stood roughly seven feet at the shoulders, and higher at the hips. He paused when he saw Tarasha, freezing in place for a moment before letting out a soft, tentative croon of greeting, and lowering himself to lay in the dusty underbrush (flattening a bush or two beneath him) so that he didn't tower over her.
Well. Usually.
The thermals of Longheat were broad, powerful things, he was learning. He could soar at leisure above the, turning and turning as the land unfolded beneath him, from fields to forests, spire to settlement. The Oasis glinted blue and clear in the distance, and as he continued to glide a small herd of deer broke from the woodlands, frightened by something within. He didn't even think, hunter's instincts taking over as he folded his wings and began to fall, his shadow passing over the trio and sending them scattering. He rumbled fierce amusement and snapped his wings open just above the tree-tops, skimming over them as he tried to follow the path of the old doe who had ducked back under leafy cover. She dodged and he followed, just barely keeping up with her before she crossed a clearing, unused to being hunted from above. He dropped like a stone, landing behind her with scale-feathered tail lashing as she made good her escape and he watched her go, feeling the instinct to chase and kill, but pleased that he could master it.
He turned, settling back on his haunches as he tensed to leap skyward once more, but a flicker of a familiar scent caught his attention and he lowered himself once more, nosing towards the edge of the clearing and into the shade beyond. Though he was a sinuous thirty feet long from nose to tail tip, much of that was long neck and longer tail. Even so, he stood roughly seven feet at the shoulders, and higher at the hips. He paused when he saw Tarasha, freezing in place for a moment before letting out a soft, tentative croon of greeting, and lowering himself to lay in the dusty underbrush (flattening a bush or two beneath him) so that he didn't tower over her.
