02-10-2019, 07:46 PM
Sabrina
Mother and Father left again, another diplomatic mission. Something about a new ruler in Loess, the topic is beside her no matter how hard her parents try to instill the manners in her. It is probably a mix of both there attitudes that creates her rebellious side.
It was an easy decision, break out of Sylva. Not that she didn't enjoy her home, but there wasn't anyone fun in Sylva! She had ventured to the playground, and to the forest, but today she wanted to go somewhere new. She heard of a meadow, another neutral land, and so she heads for the direction.
She travels in her hound form, brown with red streaks meshed into her pelt. It was much too fun to see the faces of others as they run into her. She wasn't like the wolves that travel the lands, no she was even more rare. A hellhound, from the devil himself.
The travel seemed to take much too long, but when she reaches the tall grass she knows she made it. She was in an awkward stage, tall and lanky. She was no longer a pup, but she was not yet a full grown hound. Anyone who stumbles upon her will be able to make that assumption.
She comes to a halt as the scent of fresh blood runs past her snout. She stops to inhale the scent for a moment, one that is so delicious in her canine form, yet distasteful when equine. She wastes no time seeking it out, someone must have committed a murder...or a bloodshed battle.
She prowls, silently crouching through the grass. It wasn't hard to find the prey, her nose brought her right to it. It was a beautiful doe, and hovering it was a wolf. He was bigger than her, much older too. He was getting his fill, her prowl continues but she accidently steps on a stick!
Her cover was blown, the canine looks up and spots her. Darn, she thinks to herself. She shrugs and her pace quickens as she unveils herself to the pale wolf. Couldn't help but find you her eyes shift to the doe blood is potent. She licks her lips, cleaning any drool that surfaced, her gaze finds his dark orbs Sabrina. She keeps the chatter short, introducing herself to him.
Not Afraid To Bite
@[Crevan] sorry, word vomit