Grass. Fucking everywhere. What Feraen wouldn't give for a half decent tree to shade beneath, rest his weary legs. He supposed perhaps that he could have ridden Dugal all this way- but the sun shone hot this day, and the large brown warg was too overheated to carry more than Fer's few extra weapons. His fur was like a furnace. Normally, the huge werewolf would have left him in the serenenian forests with his merchant wagon, but he needed someone to carry the slave.
Gods, slavery was such a hellstorm.
When you force a poor soul into doing all sorts of terrible things, live in squalor, abuse... Well, they didn't like it, to say the least. Opression leads to rebellion. This, Feraen Delastric knew to the depths of his cursed soul. And rebellion meant a girl stealing a dragon and flying off with it. At least, that was the story that her previous masters had told when they hired him to seek her out- and the stolen beast. Personally, he doubted that a dragon would do anything against its own will, but it was not his place to question. Especially when merchant sales had been running low on his little corner of Serendipity. He needed the coin this assignment brought, and if it meant defecating all over his morals to get it, well, so it must be.
Overhead, his other companion, a rare colored Phoenix with plumage of greys and varying blues, soared with determination, wide wings spread, and bright golden eyes scouring the grassland ahead for their target. He didn't know how his hired bosses expected him to bring down a dragon, but nomads had reported seeing the creature flying overhead sometime earlier that day.
Feraen was dressed in simple hide and fur breeches that reached only to his lower thighs, adorned with crude iron buckles. He held a battleaxe in one big pawlike hand. Other than this, he was without clothing.
Who needed shirts and other sweaty, ridiculous things when you were covered in fur?
His muscles were on display, covered in a rippling coat of shining mahogany and tan, marred by many thick scars. He could be called quite attractive, if you were into wolfmen. His thick ruff and cropped, pointed ears were alert and on end, his bright eyes darting from one ripple of long grass to the next. His gaze would travel from earth to sky every so often, to cover all the bases.
In truth, he didn't know when or if he would encounter the slave and her beast, but with a shake of his head, he resigned himself to the search.
OOC: sorry if it's long! :D
@DragonSong