Crater lake and the Jungles of Sleep, two great places to find Fortunato, today was no different. His orange mane stood out amongst the trees he lay basking in. His wings sprawled out, front pads curled to his chest while his short torso and hind legs stretched out, exposing his differences. He thought of himself lucky to be different, thought it was a trait that set him apart from the others in a good way. Nisoc, his wordless salamander was only feet away, hiding under one of the larger branches. He preferred to keep out of sight for the most part, only showing himself when he needed something of Fortunato. The green, orange and white painter ruffled his wings ever so slightly, his gold cross glinting in the sunlight, surely it would catch attention if someone were to fly passed. Fortunato was one to show off, attention whore if you would, he couldn't pass up an opportunity to strut his stuff if it meant he was putting himself in harms way, he would just leap up and laugh it off..Or so he believed. He lay there, day-dreaming of the things to come, the jokes to tell, and the life he knew he would one day have. His mind wandered, racing through all of his past encounters with others, and dreamed of the new ones that lay ahead of him. A smirk stretched across his faces, his eyes still squinted closed. Today would be an interesting one to say the least.
