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06-17-2013, 07:29 PM
And whadda you know, you are lucky this time and got someone that's nice in the world. There's a first time for everything right? Now you listen to hear speak, and you slowly let your eyes rise to her level, looking into her own yellow eyes. They are not creepy, but are strange, and yet intruding to you. She speaks of someone that can heal you, but what you wish is help. With what? Everything But you're too pathetic for that. We've talked about this once before, remember? You're too worthless to be saved, and instead you should just kneel on the ground and suffer, for no one would ever grow to respect or even love you again. Got it?
The winter was something you weren't expecting, and now you remember what it was like for Frostfall. Snow and ice were just as bad as ash and fire, and you were afraid of them both. The rain is upon your hide, soaking you through as well, and you shiver hard, making your wing hurt. The wing she drips over you doesn't not make you scared, and you don't move an inch, expect for your eyes sweeping to met her own once more. You decide it would be best to follow this mare, and you nod at the other, offering no other words as you take your leave with the odd colored mare. What would await you in this place known as the Foothills? Who cares really, geez, your so self centered, aren't you? Enough with the thoughts, move along, we don't have all day grandpa.
"speak"
