SaltyPeanuts wrote:The Mage's House
All you have to do is post a story of you trying to impress one of the hounds. You do, however have to take into account the hound's personality and I'll post the hound's response when I get the time. Simple, right? 8D
"Hebion," Locien announced.
Hebion cautiously entered the room from The Mage's quarters,
so many humans made him nervous. Padding toward the center
of the room. He sat and watched warily, still not sure if these
humans were harmful. "I wonder where they all come from..."
He asked himself curiously.
Chance of leaving- 40%
Cautiously, I clutch the corners of my hood and dip my head, shrugging it to my shoulders. The red cape I'm shrouded in flutters in a whispering sort as I walk, and stop. I breathe in and out, calming my heart and hopefully softening my composure. I stepped up to the hound, kneeling ever so slightly to meet his gaze. I kept my distance, swallowed and opened my mouth.
As I struggled to speak, my voice caught in my throat.
The creature before me was trembling, with nervousness or fear, I could not guess. His charcoal-black pelt was sleek and pressed onto his fluid, muscular body, with a slight sheen going across it. His eyes... Were they lavender, or violet? Nevertheless, they glittered into mine, haunting and wild; those eyes, I would never forget.
The most shocking feature was the patches of fluorescent green that were swallowing bits of his body, like the end of his right ear, the tips of his blood red horns, tail, and leg. His muzzle was daintily tinted with the same startling green.
I felt a surge of heart-wrenching desire for the beautiful hound, as I looked at him. I soon realized that I had been staring for too long and lowered my gaze quickly. I breathed in again, and began to speak.
"Hebion."
I raised my eyes to him respectfully. "That's your name, isn't it? I...I'm Ru."
I sighed. "You have heard this many a time by now. But don't worry... I-I am not begging you to join me." I said, my voice growing stronger with every word. "You, Hebion, are strong. I can see it in your eyes; you want affection, but you do not want to be addressed as if you were a dog or a cat. You are truly a worthy ally, as you seem swift, loyal, and prudent. I do believe that you would be a fine companion for me if you decide to choose me out of the others, as I would care for you the best that I can. I hope you consider my offer." Finally, I paused, and smiled at him seriously. I cursed myself in my thoughts, my heart drumming in my ribcage. Was I too formal? Too adult? It didn't matter. I put my all into my speech, and from under my cloak, I stealthily crossed my fingers, and though I didn't realize it at the time I think that my smile must have widened considerably with light pride.