no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
She looks for trouble now and then, but never so much trouble that she couldn’t run right back into the underbrush of her mother’s thicket and the solid protective care of her father. Today was much the same as any other day, though the foliage had finally begun to turn and it led to a few speedy zoomies into and past falling colored leaves.
Then a squeal splits the air and she skids to a stop, a few early dropped leaves tossed up around her knees as her nostrils slam open and her quick breaths from running turn to slow and deep ones of surprised inquisition. That voice was certainly male, but it was none of her family - certainly not her father.
Her littler black form picks her way towards where it had seemed to come from, tucking behind trees and stepping with a practiced silence through the forest of the Bay until she arrived at the scene of-- the crime? Technically it was trespassing, but the pale stranger across an expanse of openness was too injured to pose much of a threat to her father… and beside, she had never seen someone so handsome.
Now, two years is hardly enough time to determine the level of attractiveness amongst the whole earth, but a little girl of two years was girl nonetheless and somehow the wounds and his determined eyes only amplified this sentiment in her. It looked like the eyes her father had worn when Kohelet had been taken from him. Rage, despair, determination.
She peeks at him from where she stands, tossing her forelock out of her eye, though it fell in pieces right back into place as she stood admiring silently. Her skull paint markings are perhaps the only thing to disrupt the shadows around her, but a longer time to admire the stranger in the Bay was hardly something to be sorry for..
OF TINUVEL’S FORESTED BAY
▻ two years - curly eared desert mutt - black sabino - 15.1 hh ◅