A female Chaos Albie sat on her haunches in the middle of the large platform, Her fur a steely grey in the sun. Red stripes on her haunches stood out from her steel fur. Another set of markings looking the same on her right foreleg. A crimson armband entwined on her foreleg. Her black nose twitching gently as her tail wagged slowly, expecting to be leapt at. Her silver ears twitched, the small white tufts rustling in the gentle breeze, as did the rest of her fur. Her crimson eyes staring at the many different places. Even she was unsure of her train of thought.
Her pale underbelly felt chilled by the breeze, but her back felt burnt by the sun. Crimson locks of fur fell over her deep, crimson eyes. She looked up, looking at the blue sky, and then back at the lands below her. Her crimson horns glinted in the sunlight as she tilted her large head, waggling her paws with exitment mixed with restlessness.
Beatrix was her name, often reffered to as Beatri or Beetroot by her owner, although she did not know why. She barley even knew where her owner was. She was independent, yes, she had been for many years before Duskie arrived, but now, she simply missed her. She wanted her owner back. He wanted her life back.