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11-05-2015, 05:12 PM
E r t h ë
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold
And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
Like a lost star strayed from the heavens she limps up to the big stallion, eyes wide and lips parted in mingled fear and anticipation. There was no mistaking the anger in that voice, no doubting the determination behind the issued challenge - but though she didn't know the reasons for it, the pale dove cannot help but feel that this promise of violence is a mistake.
"What are they thinking... hasn't there been enough blood shed already?" she muttered, sparing a quick glance at the black brute. His attention was fixed on the challenger and he was muttering to himself. He looked angry and agitated, though Erthë doubted very much that it was for the same reasons as herself.
"Hey... Do you know what's going on?" she asked him, voice soft and quiet, careful - the last thing she needed was to get him angry at her. They had played once before, anger turning into friendly banter; they weren't close though, not what you'd call friends, and the filly was reluctant to get on his bad side. After all, she thought she might like him a little, despite the arrogance and snarky attitude.
Biting her lip the girl looked back at the pallid challenger, the Sun's Favored one, wondering whether this Nymeria person would show up. And even if they came, would they accept the challenge? Would they fight? What would she do if she they did though. Part of her quivered excitedly at the thought of getting involved, of throwing herself between the fighters and make them talk instead of spill blood.
But another, more sensible part kept her rooted to the spot. This was none of her business and she had no reason to step in. If these people chose to be foolish and get themselves hurt it was their choice. They were grown horses and would have to face whatever consequences, sooner or later.
Shifting the pale, blue-shaded wings she settled in to wait and watch, mouth a thin, grim line as eyes roved the landscape beneath the swiftly rising sun.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear
And never disturb me again"
And never disturb me again"
@Volterra
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