Athan perched atop of Nero, not the comfortable seat of hard edges that bumped his backside, a lot worse when his wings beat with a sonic boom. Strong winds of the night almost tore his face.
Not that it was his first time getting blown away, rough and hard at that.
He couldn't help but groan at him, smacking against the craggy torso. "Slow down a little!"
"You said make haste; here we are, yet you're damn complaining. Cut me off some slack—" Nero peered a tad bit behind him, only to find Athan's face rather amusing.
His deep laugh echoed amidst the darkness, of which no one knew where the sinister voice echoed.
"What?!"
Not because of unbridled hair in the air, the corner of the eyes dried from the fierce gale. Through clenched teeth, his gums dried from his lips flapping so much.
"Don't make fun of me. I'm warning you!" he threatened.
"Check yourself."
