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11-28-2014, 11:57 PM
Snö snorted at Jakar, her eyes rolling as he said he didn't have a soul. "How long did it take you to figure that out?" Sarcasm and hatred dripped from every word she spoke to Jakar. The amount of hatred she held for him was unhealthy and even bordered on unreasonable. She probably should not blame him for following the orders his father gave him, but she could blame him for allowing himself to be a puppet. And she could blame him for allowing himself to forsake what friendship and camaraderie she'd thought they had. She had heard the saying 'blood is thicker than water' and even though she didn't understand it, maybe that applied in Jakar's case. Her eyes slid from the stallion's face to the egg and stayed there as it began to move and the shell began to crack and split. Her teeth ground together and hear ears tilted back as she watched it, thinking it was only appropriate that it would hatch while she was there. It mocked her because she would probably never have that kind of a bond. Belatedly she could hear Jakar asking what it was and why it chose him and she thought him a fool. As he stood asking questions she stepped closer and dipped her head down, ignoring the bay stallion, so she could nudge the pup and encourage it to stand. "You are lucky, that is all." she murmured to the bay. Mothering instinct that she didn't know she possessed took over and she allowed her tongue to swipe over the pup to clean it, get its blood flowing, and encourage it to stand. As she cleaned the egg goo off of it she began to notice its markings and after a few moments she lifted her head and stared down at it. "Its a hellhound." She remembered d'Artagnan having one that looked similar. Jakar really was lucky. "." @[Jakar] Snö you're looking at an absolute zero i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero |
