Scraps was the opposite of happy as he smacked his paws against the ground. Every time he did so, the ground changed colors. One moment the dirt was regular brown, and then it was plaid! Green! Blue! It was covered in emojis! The multi-colored creature hated being stuck like this, in some stupid backwater town.  Simply put, he hated it, and began to float out of fury. His blue tail swished back and forth as his purple furred face bristled with annoyance. Stupid town! Stupid ponies! Stupid water! And then, his ears flicked, and somebody spoke. 

Scraps looked around, eyes wide as he made eye contact with Wincent. His reddish eyes made contact with those turquoise colors, and he just looked at the pony. Of course it'd be a pegasus who approached him first. The yummy looking pigeons always did happen to be the first to build up the nerve to meet strange things. 
"Well, hello there." Scraps said, his head rotating on his neck a full turn, but his eyes never left Wincent, and his body soon followed short till the draconequus was just floating in front of the pony. "My name is Scraps. Now, what do you want? I'm throwing a temper tantrum here." He snapped his fingers and turned the ground back to normal. Probably for the best. Most would probably be confused by dirt that spelled out different swear words that a child shouldn't know. He didn't trust ponies. Something about their insistence on making sense, or just not liking the strange and bizarre.