The sands seemed almost to caress his paws as he entered the famed desert, eyes darting to and fro with an adventurer's curiosity. Though in his animal forms, his mandatory jet black pelt was not the most apt for a sweltering setting, he was using his abilities in order to lay a thin veneer of shadows over his back, consuming the majority of the sunlight that fell upon him and regulating his temperature effectively. This created an odd, eery effect on the large black warg, forming wispy tendrils, almost like the massive canine creature was trailing smoke behind him. Despite this monstrous appearance, his eyes were quite human, taking in the sight of the sun on the bright sands with relish. It was quite beautiful, in a barbaric sort of sense.
Atop his hunched shoulders, the mischevious little phouka, Mythranys, reclined lazily, smug in the fact that he could not feel any strain from the heat of the bright orb, being formed of shadowfyre. His cheshire grin was firmly in place, large, staring eyes shut contentedly. A strange, almost purrlike sound rose from the small fae, fluttering his petite dragonfly wings.
Cade, who had transformed into this form in exchange for speed of travel, felt a rumbling chuckle escape his beastly throat, wolfish face grinning as he padded over the dunes. Glittering violet-red gaze shot to every facet of the empty elegance that was the desert, ears perked and excited.
"Clearly this was worth the trek! Imagine if we discovered ruins-"
Myth, snorting derisively, cut him off in his rasping voice that sounded similar to a cat's yowl no matter what he said.
"I see sand, sand, and look- more sand! I've always known you had a lump between your ears, but this, I swear!"
Ignoring the surly creature, Cade laughed and picked up the pace, cresting a large dune and sliding down it's smooth face, sand tumbling in waves from his disturbance as he childishly surfed the smooth granules to the bottom, shaking off loose bits from his coat with abandon. It was not often the noble than allowed his polite facade to wear away like this, but these were special circumstances.
It was then that his canine hearing caught the tones of a merry song, sung brazenly, as if someone silent were supposed to join in, but hadn't, leaving the other to go without. Curiousity spiking, he raced after the sound, dismissing Myth's protests like bothersome gnats. He approached slowly, eyes catching the shape of a woman... And something quite large behind her. Startled, but intrigued, the once-prince inched closer, listening to the tune and realizing that he knew it. Knew it from olden days in the tavern of his kingdom...
Feeling a little mischevious and itching for company, he let his accented voice, deepened from transformation, roll over to the pair.
"Away, away, you coal black Smith!
Would you do me this wrong?
For you think to have my maidenhead that I have kept so long.
I'd rather I was dead and cold, my body in the grave,
Than a lusty, dusty coal black smith
My maidenhead should have!"
"Crying, fie, lady, fie!
There's nowhere you can hide!
For this lusty Smith will be your love
And he will lay your pride!"