by LabRat » Tue Sep 17, 2013 2:38 pm
Draven looked around at his new surroundings. He had just gotten to Camp Half-Blood early that morning; early, as in 4 o'clock in the morning early.
Draven yawned and slowly began exploring the campground. So far no one except the camp director had talked to him, but he was okay with that. In fact, he decided he liked it better that way. He made his way around camp, acquainting himself with the area. He had pretty much figured out where everything was when something caught his eye. There, sitting on the edge of the bank sat a Hellhound--well, there was a guy with him too, but at the moment all Draven was interested in was the hound.
Draven silently walked down the bank, towards the couple. When he was quite close, he stopped, "You have a Hellhound." He said quietly, but still loud enough for the boy to hear him. "How?" He asked curiously; Draven had always been fond of dogs. Ever since he first saw a Hellhound he had been amazed by their beauty.