I had not felt sand beneath my paws for quite some time, I almost forgot what it felt like, but walking over it now with my head low as if searching for a scent, I don't look at any of the strangers I pass, because I'm not exactly looking for a companion. I have my two sisters, arkell and iris to keep me company when I find myself needing it. I sigh as I find a place with some minimal shade to it, it's not that the heat is too much for me, it's just that there's little to no things that even sem able to cast shade here. I'm thinking about my family once more, how much I wished we were all here together and the way we could show this place who's boss.

To this world I am merely an unknown three year old man walking amongst it's citizens, with no name to put to my face yet, the dark boy with a coat of iron grey. Not being known for who I am, it almost hurts me inside. My iron grey coat does not make me stand out and perhaps it never truly will, but it's the silvery grey hairs that scatter throughout it that gives it the smallest tintings of flair, it made me look like a dusk sky with stars winking out every now and then, but the finishing touch is the dorsal stripe of russet running along my back like the breath of a great dragon. The flame-singed burning of color starts between my ears, going through to engulf my scruff, to sneak thinly between the blades of my shoulders, before flaring out like a raging wildfire to engulf the entirety of my backand haunches, before thinning out again until it halts at the very tip of my tail. I'm beginning to become a bit hungry, but I'm not in the mood to hunt for a snack. I'll just stand here waiting in my small spot of shade, and wonder what will be.