Bleeding Hearts

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Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

#12

12-08-2014, 07:25 PM

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Oh, the heat was downright delicious. As she inched closer his wings stretched out, enveloping them both in his dark embrace. Gold eyes opened, having been shut to enjoy the warmth before he gazed down at her. She could have burned him? Thinking back, he slapped himself mentally. What the hell had he been thinking? Well...he hadn't been thinking. He was too cold for that shit. "You were warm and i was cold. Simple, Brisa." He joked, pressing the tip of his muzzle to her crown again, a content rumble in his chest as his once-freezing nose and lips dethawed.

He felt her shiver, and thinking it was cold, he curled his wings more around them both, drawing her in closer. "I never said i wasn't an idiot. After all, i did dive into frigid water to save one that did not need it." He pulled his head back to look down at her, grinning cheekily. "So, you did not know your fire doesn't harm others?" He asked, his gaze going to the blue flames.

Watching them for a moment, mesmerized before he jarred himself back and looked down at her, ears swiveling towards her. Then, he blinked and checked his wings, studiously running his muzzle across the feathers, a mildly worried look on his face. Would be his luck for him to loose enough primaries that he couldn't fly back home. He would not be a happy man. But, thankfully, only a few feathers were too fragile to risk flying on, and with a twinge of pain he plucked the frostbitten ones. It hurt about as much as a sharp nip, and carefully he nosed his feathers around to cover the gap best he could.

OOC: Im so sorry this took so long Nic ;D; Muse switched to art)

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