From the darkness of the woods into which Nadira stares, there raises a shrill, familiar voice. "DDDDDDDIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRR," it calls forward, childlike in sound, broken syllables the best that the strange voice could manage without the correct vocal tract and tongue. From behind the shrieking greeting flies a beast of shining black, vibrant violet eyes, a toothy grin pulled on his features as he darts like an arrow from a bow across the pool, landing with claws on the body of the tree by Nadira's head. The smile of the dragon eminates forward, curious purple eyes staring down from an angular and tiny face. A cooing noise raises from the throat of the little reptile as he leaps from the trunk to try and catch a grip on Nadira's horn.

Comadre, the little black bonded of Osiris the wolf.

Stepping easily from behind the mass of trees, the hybrid also pulls out from the shadows like a nightmare. The angles of his strangely furred face catching all of the odd speckles of light, a cascade of colors which paint the grey and brown fur as well as the gold of his eyes. Where the light does not touch, eerie black remains, inking out the horror features from vision. Two perked ears are lifted from a mass of hair, forward and friendly. This was no monster that Nadira had not already met. "Lady Nadira," he says quietly into the still air of the forest. "You have traveled far from your home." His voice is spoken in a matter-of-fact tone, but the meaning of his words seems to chide the girl for her actions. "This forest is not a place you should roam unaccompanied."

"Don't be rude, Osiris. She is a full grown mare," Comadre throws back into his mind, receiving nothing but a stare from his bonded. The two hold gaze for a few moments before feral eyes slide lazily back to the pure crystals of blue set among a field of pristine white. The wolf had not seen Nadira since he had fled to find Ophelia, with little immediate success. By the time he had found the girl of blood and snow, her memories had already returned, and with it, fresh sadness which soaked her face like rain. The other mare - what had she called her? Tor? - finished stabbing a knife into the gentle girl's back before running away like a coward, the scene still irritating the hybrid when his mind wandered back to it. Should the wolf ever meet the paint again, there would be no kindness in his heart for her. However, for this pale mare, there was plenty.

Stepping completely from the shadows, Osiris is visible in the dimlight which seeps through the canopy to paint himself in a darker hue of greys. "I trust no one has bothered you, aside from that little pest?" he asks, looking pointedly at the little black trying to sneak his way onto Nadira's neck now. Stopping dead in the air, Comadre curls into a both with a sheepish laugh, before continuing his mission to nestly safely on the perch of the mare, chittering strange gutteral noises with each lithe movement.

[ ooc; blergh this is bad. sorry. It will be better hopefully. x.x ]
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