Sacre

It would be safe to say that Sacre and his red coated vulpine friend had been in the woods for rather a while. A fleeting visit had turned into something rather long and drawn out due to sheltering from a storm that had now passed by. Long, thick locks of black hair stuck to his slowly arching neck that signalled his gradual ascent into the frame of a stallion. Of course, he had a long way to go until he could be called fully grown and the word 'child' no longer fit him, but these days the once wide eyed boy felt a little taller and a little more wiser for it. There was still so much the world could teach him and one day he would die still not knowing all the answers, but for now Sacre was satisfied fulfilling his duties as a member of a new family. Speaking of growth spurts, Inari was well on his way too, skinny legs becoming taller and blacker like someone had rolled them in soot. His coat was becoming redder too and quite shaggy around the edges, a plume of white filling his chest. Together they were a youthful mixture of adolescence and they happily bounded along together, despite the once stormy weather.

Soon, Inari caught onto the fresh scents and headed off in a new direction with Sacre following close behind. If there was ever a chance to meet new folk then surely it was in Helovia's gateway. The boy often found the woodland a strange place to be. It was full of strangers scents of newcomers and different herds alike, yet you never saw many leaving Helovia. Perhaps there was a secret exit somewhere he hadn't heard of! Not that he wanted to leave at this present time.

A few minutes later the unlikely pair happened upon quite a scene. The atmosphere was an... Odd one, Sacre almost felt like he shouldn't even be there. He hadn't caught the words he had faintly heard before and he knew nothing of what was happening, but as one strangers soft lips brushed the cheek of the other, darker stranger, Sacre coughed to alert them to his presence and backed away slightly. His eyes faltering and flickered from them to the ground. Inari had sat back onto his haunches between his bonded's furry legs, watching them with a strange interest. Perhaps this was the consequence of being far too curious for their own good. One of the stallions was patched in a red like the desert back home with painful looking scars that lined his shoulders whilst the other had a pelt much like his own, dark as the night, but marked in alabaster. That one had wings that sprouted from his shoulder area, a gift to fly, or a curse some would say. Like his father.

Sacre's lips tremble for a moment and he swallows to clear his airways before boldly speaking what was on his flustered mind. "I-uhm so very sorry for intruding!" He rushed out an apology, bowing his head slightly to show his honest sincerity before eyeing Inari with a hard look and the fox quickly wined his own plea, then Sacre plunged on. "My fox caught scent of you nearby, so I came to say hello" he laughed gingerly through his voice and silently lamented his pathetic excuse to explain his overly curious behaviour.

[ooc: awkward sacre awkwardly rolls in <3]

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