07-27-2019, 07:33 AM
Pteron’s parents had never been able to instill a healthy sense of fear into him as a child. The result is audacious behavior, and approaching the monstrous hound is just one act of many that prove the young stallion’s bravery. It is not that he doubts the beast can harm him. Indeed, she is taller and surely stronger, with glittering sharp teeth and a pelt thick enough to dull any attempted hoof blow. A worthy opponent to be sure (while failing to teach him fear, they’d had success in instilling the importance of knowing one’s company) but not enough to dent the winged dun’s confidence.
There is but one thing that does, and there are no volcanoes in the Forest.
So he is bright eyed and smiling, and clearly pleased when the hellhound answers him politely. The timbre of her voice is female, matching the name that she gives him. He does not know it and so repeats it once for memory, adding:
“It’s nice to meet you,” after doing so. She isn’t aware of the cherry tree, but she offers to help him find it, which brings another smile to the stallion’s face. When she passes him, the male’s olive green eyes glance at her nose. He has heard that predatory animals have sharper noses than those of prey, and he realizes that now is the perfect opportunity to find out if that is true or not.
“Can you smell cherries?” He asks as he steps forward, content to follow along behind her as she appears to be leading the way. “Is your nose stronger than a horse’s as a hellhound? You are a hellhound, aren’t you?”
@[Sabrina]
There is but one thing that does, and there are no volcanoes in the Forest.
So he is bright eyed and smiling, and clearly pleased when the hellhound answers him politely. The timbre of her voice is female, matching the name that she gives him. He does not know it and so repeats it once for memory, adding:
“It’s nice to meet you,” after doing so. She isn’t aware of the cherry tree, but she offers to help him find it, which brings another smile to the stallion’s face. When she passes him, the male’s olive green eyes glance at her nose. He has heard that predatory animals have sharper noses than those of prey, and he realizes that now is the perfect opportunity to find out if that is true or not.
“Can you smell cherries?” He asks as he steps forward, content to follow along behind her as she appears to be leading the way. “Is your nose stronger than a horse’s as a hellhound? You are a hellhound, aren’t you?”
@[Sabrina]