10-22-2020, 08:14 PM
Kold
Kold had street smarts, hearing things from among the group that welcomed her in, sheltered her, gave her a meaning beyond anything she felt. The 6-month-old was exploring constantly, extending her reach into eternity, finding new and wonderful things. The crimson Nile was one of them. The border, too, though it marked the day she was torn from her father, the loathing thought of him made her instinctively growl, and joined the Pitt.
She set her eyes upon the newcomer, long and winding, and golden. A gorgeous display of power that made her gasp audible, and she started trotting to them, her pet rosy boa coiled loosely around her neck. She got within 5 feet of the newcomer and tilted her head, looked up to them. "Who are you?" Blunt like the usual child, a straightforward quesiton.