He could sense the girl watching him as he tried (and failed) to shake the sand from his paws. It really was awful stuff. Why did his mother seem to enjoy it so much? As he moved toward the girl, she smiled and he took that as a good sign, giving his own lazy smirk in return. As he spoke to her, she seemed almost amused for a minute before she lowered herself into a bow. Now, that's what he was talking about! His smirk widened and his eyes lit up with approval as he nodded. "Thank you, thank you." He tried to sound as regal and serious as he could, but inside, he was jumping up and down, grateful that someone finally recognized his royalty.
Suddenly the female pointed at her muzzle and he tilted his head in confusion. She shook her head then and opened her mouth as if to bark, but all that came out was a puff of air and then she gave a sheepish grin and waited. Slowly his eyes widened in realization. "You can't speak! How tragic!" He shook his head. "I'm sure you would have had quite a lovely voice, too." As she rose up, he watched curiously and when she spun, he thought at first that she was leaving now and he felt disappointment. But then she pointed her nose toward a path. "Oh, I'm invited?" He smirked, fully up for this idea. He glanced back sneakily at his mother but she seemed preoccupied with the other pups. Oh well, her loss.
Turning back to the female, he blinked when she was staring so intently at him. But then she mouthed a word and he thought for a moment. It looked like she was asking about his name. Oh, that's right! He didn't tell her! He put back on the easy smirk and lifted his head with pride. "My name is Apollyon. And yours?"
Apollyon
male.0 years old.38in, 172#.born to Avery X Arkane.brother to Ontari&Raz.not bound.not mated.father to none.Prince of Iromar
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