08-04-2019, 05:25 PM
Sabrina
She had spent most of her time in the isle, and perhaps that was a downfall. She wasn't too aware of the political issues currently in beqanna, and she truly didn't care. Perhaps she shared a bit too much when saying she hoped to be the ruler of the isle.
For some reason Pteron seemed like a loyal soul, and for that reason she doesn't feel the need to tip toe around him. She hopes that after it all, they could remain friends, Taiga after all is not far from the Isle.
When the hound smells out the sweet green fruit she looks to her friend for confirmation. He quickly confirms the fruit with excitement and a small smile tugs at her lips. He passes her as he inspects the tree closer though his excitement quickly fades to disappointment.
He notes that he must have visited the forest, at a later time. She looks at the tree, not fully aware of the issue. But the stallion rears up and the tree drops ruby red fruit, hidden inside the branches. He invites her to try them and she smiles at him gently.
The canine shifts into her equine form, the bay and red pointed mare now standing before him. Her pelt was still fuzzy in her equine form, but regardless she maintained a slender shape. She steps beside the pale stag and lowers her maw to one of the fruit, she sniffs it before quickly tasting it.
With a smile on her maw she pulls her head up to find Pteron's gaze. If only grass tasted like this! She gently laughs, the girl much prefers the taste of blood, rarely roaming in her equine form...but had she known vegitative food could taste so good perhaps she would have tried it out more. Do you come here often? She inquires, an attempt to learn more of the boy.
Not Afraid To Bite
@[Pteron]