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The hound had watched Mistress and her friend reunite in the crumbling Marsh. But their moment of reunion ended when darkness swallowed them, and the hound had fled then, afraid to see the outcome. She didn't want to leave her Mistress behind, but something in the back of her mind screamed for her to run. So the hound of Hell was alone, her bonded no longer responding to the mental pokes and prods. It was as though something had lulled the bond between them, or severed it completely. The young hound whimpered, ears laid back as the stale scent of her bonded drifts through her snout, a brief flash of the chestnut body shimmers through her mind.
She had run fast, following the scents of the Family. The Madmen her Mistress followed, the ones that were so kind in the inside yet so dark outside. She runs to the Blue, where her Mistress's mother was laid to rest. A bad tempered stallion and his stupid mutt had run across them along with a white king and his fuzzy faced friend. The hound hadn't liked the stallion, nor the presence of her Mistresse's dam. The unsettling feeling that the mare's spirit was watching made the Hell dog's gut churn.
The dog leaps upon a ledge and howls, her tones solemn. She suddenly catches the scent of salt and the Family, her ears perking up. She leaps down, racing through the sand to find the Madmen. Excitement pounds at the hound's heart as she charges through the gathered group, her hopes too high for her to reach. She barks at the dark mare her Mistress called Seele. The hound of Hell whipped around and pointed towards the direction of the Marsh, dark brows narrowed. She then turns her head, hope glimmering in her dual tone eyes. She wags her tail, ears flicked forward. She notices there is a mare fairly familiar, one whose eyes were strange. She had only one eye to see from, and it pleased the hound. Maybe she wouldn't see her companion mysteriously turn into a snack for the Hellhond.
"Talk talk talk."
[Amara is not present, so this post is in the perspective of Sameira. c:]
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