He was free, free to run and leap and climb, to hunt and fight and go wherever he wished. He scorned the towns and crowded hot springs that others flocked to, preferring the wild hollows and glades under starry skies. He ran in storms until he was soaking wet and splattered with mud, cut himself on branches and thorns, and their was no one to scold him.
He was never used to the constant babble of Samanayrs speaking, and though he admired the Sharians and such, he wasn't one for the... closed-in spaces of towns. Even streets made him twitchy. He needed space, freedom. He loved not being tied down to anyone or anything.
But it was so lonely.
He'd never admit it to himself, but perhaps why he hunted so vivaciously was that he craved the attention of another creature, be it a woodland critter, predator, dragonet, or another Samanayr.
He snorted, not letting his mind dwell on any of these thoughts as he slid to a halt, sides heaving as he eyed the rustle of branches ahead and above him, baring his teeth in a feral grin as his violet eyes glinted. He leaned back to grip to bow in his maw, sliding his tongue along the smooth worked wood in concentration, as he flicked an arrow to sink into the clay beside him, carefully knocking it in a seemingly awkward posistion. There was something resting their in the trees ahead, probably drawn to the stream that lay ahead; though he could not see it, he could hear its dancing laughter.
