01-27-2019, 09:03 PM
Sabrina
The pup continued to chase the large beautiful butterfly, the insect was much smarter than she imagined it. Diving from her pounces, leading her on only to escape at the last moment. The young hellhound prepares to pounce once again when the voice of another runs into her ears. She leaps in the air and her head turns toward the voice, the minor distraction causes her to harshly land into the earths dirt.
She stands up, spitting whatever dirt collected into her teeth, gazing at the butterfly who continued to drift away. With a snort she runs towards the voice that she heard, not wasting the opportunity to meet a new friend! Mother said there were other foals in Sylva, but she has yet to meet one of them. Her time was nearly always spent learning diplomatic tactics, and how to defend herself. She was pretty scary if she says so herself, who would mess with a hellhound?
As she comes to a halt a black equine comes into her view, he was older than her, but still young. She shrugs her shoulder and removes herself from hiding. The brown and red hound plops down, sitting before the young colt. She gazes up to the stranger, her eyes narrow in on him, You smell like home... the scent of Sylva was thick on this colt, but she has never seen him before. What is your name? She demands, certainly he had to know who she was, she was a hellhound for god sake.
Not Afraid To Bite
@[Castaneis]