Goodnight, Sleeptight, Don't let the dead bite
09-25-2013, 07:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-08-2015, 01:37 AM by Myth I.)
Myth padded happily behind the midnight male, her tongue lolling as she trotted behind him allowing some distance to separate them some. Mud paws pushed through the grass, she wanted so much to wander away from Oddity, to explore. But the male had promised her adventure and she was determined to experience it. Her eyes darted around, eyeing the battle worn field. What would they do here? She wondered eagerly just as the male threw his head back and howled. Two more figures appeared at his call. It seemed there was a fight to go down. Breaking into a lope she closed the gap and sidestepped away to his right. Panting but clearly eager to be watching such an exciting event she slid onto her haunches moving far enough away to not get in the way and she waited, watching as the adventure begun. She would stand behind him; metaphorically. |