ow that he had been promoted he felt the need to do his best, to make his father proud. He had to do everything in his power to prove himself worthy of the title Ampere and Volterra and placed on his young shoulders. So the two found themselves out in the Threshold again looking for lost souls. Zafir found she was getting better at moving through the thick trees. They both were getting used to the paths that wound through the underbrush. He knew where the streams were and were the best places to rest were. Zafir flew ahead of him hot on the wispy scent of another dragon. It was to far away to know if it was a dragon she had met before or not; yet.

Astarot cantered behind her trusting her more than his own nose. Hunters tended to have a better sense of smell than prey, and he knew she wouldn't lead him to something dangerous without a warning. He smiled swerving easily around the trees and bushes that threatened to grab his hooves or hair. His feathery hooves always seemed to have mud or twigs caught in them, but that was the price you paid for leg hair. After a few more minutes Zafir looped around and carefully landed on his back. She kept her head up high leathery wings folded regally against her side.

Astarot's smile slid easily over his face as he slowed to a walk. Zafir trilled loudly announcing their presence before they broke into a clearing. Dual colored eyes widened slightly at the tiny beauty before him. The scent of flowers greeted his nose as he looked over her flowing locks with the flowers in them. Her hair was black as night offset by her gleaming light buckskin pelt. Zafir honed in on the black male dragon on her withers. The urge to attack the stranger and show him his place flooded her blue hide. Her scales bristled and she hissed allowing frost to puff from her mouth. The only thing holding her back was where he sat. She didn't want to attack the mare, that would not end well for her bonded. So she settled for narrowing her scarlet eyes at him her lip curled up. If he showed her the respect she deserved she would leave it at that until he tried something.

Clearing his throat Astarot smiled and bowed his head, "Greetings Miss. I am Astarot, and this is Zafir. We hail from the Dragon's Throat." His skull marked head lifted scarlet and blue eyes moving over her pretty face markings. She almost looked sad and his smile faltered eyes softening. "Is everything alright?" His heart went out to her and he took a step closer so his bulky body was completely out of the brush around them. He lowered his head trying to show her how friendly and trust worthy he really was.

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OOC/Tags;; @Agnodice Welcome back Prissy!! <3