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Bolverik walked dutifully beside, his countenance quiet and subdued. Together, they accomplished the fourth task without much fuss, but he couldn't help but agree when she asked to stay close. He too did not want to be sent across Helovia for this task, and the stallion nodded strongly in agreement. "Yes, please," he mused, walking with her to the sparkling, blue stream that looked very inviting. The stallion loathed the idea of getting his coat covered in dirt - again - but he sighed and moved forward, taking the bucket and dragging it through the clay. He raised a brow, irritation and ire clouding his golden orbs when his charge sprayed mud in his direction, the offending blots of filth staining his otherwise perfect coat. A breath pushed out of his nose angrily, and he furrowed his brows, not understanding why she would want to tarnish anything else, but her movements into the stream dispelled any tension he might have been feeling. She cleaned herself in the stream, finally, and he felt please that, at the very least, she was removing whatever grime had covered her sides. Tigers did not change their flawless, golden stripes. He was a leader, and part of being a leader was being a servant. The goodness was intimately entwined with the unsavory, nearly impossible to untangle. But - that did not make him inherently bad or good. Rather, he was just himself, and that is who he would always be. Bolverik raised a brow at her request, not hesitating to come over and groom between her wings with his teeth. This was normal for the stallion. Often, the clan would take turns ensuring they were clean before battle. His entire people were clean - except Ulrik. But he was raised by a rowdy band of travelers. Once thoroughly cleaned, he stepped back, carefully blotting away the mud on his hide with water and his muzzle and smirking, ever so slightly. She looked much better like this. Less homeless. More starving princess. The coat she held was inky black with a raven-like sheen. "Much better," he praised. "Shall we return?" |
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But you're bound to bleed if I adore you
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