Your Name: - Dragnotchi -
Which Character You're Trying For: Princess Saraid
Your Response:
The warm weather pressed against Saraid's pelt as she yawned under the broad shade of the Banba tree. Her mind was all ready working at full speed as she looked over to her father, just a few feet off. How was she supposed to get away from him? Her right ear flicked back as she thought, and, suddenly, with a grin, she got to her paws. "Father," she said shortly, all ready pacing a few steps back, "I think I see one of the scouts over there. Might I join him?" She hoped desperately that King Niall would not notice, and she surpressed a wince as he looked about, son asking her what scout was about. With a fake grin, she replied, "the one behind the bush, silly!" and with that, she was darting off through the trees, hearing her father's exasperated sigh from behind her. At least he was not pursuing her, an added bonus. Perhaps the heat was getting to him too.
When she got a good few yards away from the Banba tree, she sniffed about, ears perked atop her head as she searched for signs of that strange male that the last scout patrol had scented. Her green eyes narrowed as she picked up a scent, and with a grim smile, began to track the creature. Though her skills were terrible as a tracker, she not having been hunting much since she acquired the limp that still surfaced at time, she knew that soon she would be back on track; and that meant that she could hone her skills more than. However, Saraid would have to be content with her mediocre skills for the time being. She padded, sometimes with a slight limp, after the scent, though soon she found herself following her tracks for what seemed to be the second or third time, and found, to her dismay, that the trail lead in circles.
She snorted at that, and with a last flick of her tail, trotted off towards the Banba tree and back to her father. It seemed that her wayward brother might not have gotten himself killed, but he did seem to have gotten a few nocks to the head. After all, what normal-minded Saighneian would walk around in circles? She let a grin slip across her face as she settled into her spot in the shade once more. Her father had doze off, and she readied to do the same, though not before looking around the plains once more. Her brother may be alive, but he better not show himself, for she would be ready to defend her rightful position as heir, and she was sure that she could win any fight, regardless of her limp. And with that thought in mind, as well as not a worry in the world about her long-lost brother coming back, she slipped off into a peaceful sleep, content with her work that day.