divinelydeluded:

        “I will.”

        Pupils dilating at the thought of a possible challenge, the archangel’s wings bristle and flick briefly in preparation for flight. Watching the titanic beast rise beside her awoke a wonder the likes of which was hardly roused — for there was little interest in watching over the affairs of humans, and even less to chase after the comings and goings of her siblings. It doesn’t take her long to position herself on the lip of the cliff, her jade gaze sliding up to him.

        Roxael donned her best faux pout, “Would you allow me a head start? Surely if you win, it would be for naught.”

     »–› As her wings twitched in anticipation, as did the dov’s own. A swelling sense of eagerness shifted beneath obsidian plates and scales, curling at the idea of a long forgotten pleasure he had not partaken in as of late. Stepping forward, the dragon made no attempt to match her, instead watching with fixation. Upon her request, quick snort, of the amused sorts, escaped him.

     "You will need it.“