- he/him;.26;.cancer;.demi;.located: crash crater;.mentions: tags;.tagging: odette, leo
- Rhaegal could not quite seem to make up his mind in terms of what he thought about this whole new leadership position. Growing up, he had always been the type of boy to usually only jump in when he wanted something, and even at that, he didn’t often ask for help. That was one thing that always got to him – his prideful stubbornness, which somehow managed to drastically flip a situation to either the positive or negative path. It had always resulted in a boastful smirk or a grim sulk. There was never an in between. He didn’t like the idea of having people following him. Not now, anyway. Ten, twelve years ago, Rhaegal would have gladly swiped the attention from as many possible, because he knew he was a dirty show-off who appreciated the spotlight, but nowadays, it made him unsettled. After all, it had been he who promised his mother he would take care of her. And that ended horribly. While Rhaegal did not care for the others the way he did for his beloved mother, he still didn’t need all of that dependence on his back or in his hands. He didn’t need to fail. Not again.
It was for that reason that he was momentarily confused as to why he wasn’t too thrilled when the Virgo took his words and transferred them over to the Ariesian – Leo. I trust your judgement was yet another statement that convinced Rhaegal that he most certainly was not needed there. What was his purpose then, if those two were contented relying strictly on one another? The shield if something were to come hurdling their way? Much to his surprise, it was what the Ariesian said that poured enough water onto the growing fire in the pit of his stomach to set him back into a somewhat relaxed state. While the “boss” comment wasn’t anything to his joyous liking, it almost seemed to give him a strange sense of purpose. It seemed all three of them weren’t quite on the same page; while their overall goal was the same, the Virgo seemed contented leaving him in the dirt to run off with the Ariesian, Leo seemed fine letting Rhaegal take control, and Rhaegal just didn’t want to be there in general. It wasn’t necessarily a fond mix, but it was doable. They’d make it work. We have to now. Even though Rhaegal was a stranger to the both of them, and while their attitudes were most certainly not helping the uneasiness that was stirring within him, they were technically his responsibility now that they were leaving the safety of the inside of the crater. So I guess I am the shield.
Turning, he stopped to get a good look at the two he was now to call his temporary search partners. The Ariesian caught his eye more than the Virgo, though it was most definitely due to the difference in outfits. The Virgo wore something that Rhaegal was more familiar with. While it certainly was not Cancer attire, it was more modest, toned-down – painted the colour of French violet, with little things on it. While Rhae knew they were bugs or small animals of some sorts, they weren’t habitant to Cancer. Moths or something, was it? No, butterflies. He couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take before those melted off against the heat. But what really stood out to him was the blazing red fur coat the Ariesian had equipped onto his person. It was gigantic, with enough room to easily store another two people under there. Underneath, the guy was wearing a bling-covered fiery dress-like outfit. While it was loose, it still flowed out around his ankles. Rhaegal couldn’t help but stare at him like he had just grown another head before it sunk in. Ah, the Fire sign. No wonder the heat didn’t seem to be a bother. Was this heat considered toned-down in comparison to the Fire planets? Rhaegal couldn’t help but crinkle his nose slightly as he shifted back towards the crater’s wall. He could never understand how the sun didn’t bother some people. As a matter of fact, while he wasn’t going to die, he was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second, as if the heat waves had increased a good six or seven degrees. Swiping the back of his hand across his forehead, Rhaegal stepped back from the wall once more and gave his pre-ripped sleeve a good tug, watching with a rather emotionless expression across his face as the fabric wafted into the sand. On Cancer, the fascination was not the clothing, but the accessories, so it was little surprise to himself when nothing flooded through him. It was just a piece of fabric, after all. It didn’t help much, but it did allow the covered wound on the back of his arm a bit more space; he hadn’t really realized it until now, but the material had been rubbing against the silky sleeve. This was a bit better.
Using his exposed arm, even though it stung a bit, he hopped up to grab the edge of the crater, then hoisted himself up with the other. Athleticism was a big part of Rhaegal; after the passing of his mother, he'd taken to working out quite frequently. Now, it seemed it was paying off. While he had received a sudden energy boost from the jump up, it quickly faded upon getting a better view of what was surrounding them. Unlike the Ariesian who had just joined him, Rhaegal's shoulders slumped in slight defeat. He felt stupid for getting his hopes up, but it seemed a tiny part of him was hoping to see something more than nothing in the distance.
He wasn’t going to give up hope that easily, though. Nothing came without putting a bit of work into it. He ran his hands through his hair again, an anxious habit of his, then turned towards the edge of the crater, crouching down and sticking out a hand for Blondie to grab. Blondie. Virgo. That was what he was going with until he got a proper name. Once she was up and alongside himself and the other, Rhaegal let go and stepped forward a few paces to avoid the slight possibility of toppling back into the deeper part of the sand. He didn’t wait an extra second, sending off in a long stride. Determination powered his walk, and his lips pressed together as he marched onward, only really remembering there were other people with him when the Ariesian skipped forward and spoke aloud. He wasn’t about to say “I know,” especially since when the man made a comment about how he wasn’t from planet Leo, Rhaegal realized the earlier “Leo” that left the Blond Girl’s mouth could have been on the subject of the planet and not the guy’s name. Maybe she was a Leo, not a Virgo. He hadn’t a clue with any of these people anymore. Huck was the only one he felt comfortable with, anyway. Still, he let his sea-green eyes settle against the dark brown ones of Leo. “Rhaegal,” he answered a moment later, unwilling to take his gaze off of their surroundings for too long, as if half-expecting something major to suddenly pop up out of the blue. “Planet Cancer. That explains the jacket, then. Fond of the heat or something?”