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Gull
The angelic mare’s eyes grow uncharacteristically dark as she speaks of the Basin unicorns, but it does not alarm you. Rather, you watch the transformation almost greedily, basking in her distrust. So few here understood what the horned demons were capable of, but it seemed that finally one had seen the truth. You only wish she had been spared the pain of learning the hard way, but still: her scars bear witness to her testimony, a warning sign for all who refused to believe that scum could be anything other than what they are. You nod solemnly as she describes her attacker, though at her request, you respond with a short, raspy chuckle. “I’ll do more than—“ you cough, ”—bite her, beautiful. Nobody messes with my friends.” And with that, you seal your relationship, claiming her as one of your own. Perhaps she may think it premature, but you have no qualms in trusting her. Parelia doesn’t trust the unicorns, and that’s enough for you. Plus…it doesn’t hurt that she’s quite a pretty little thing. At the mention of her son, you quiet again, thinking of Brigand. It is obvious that Parelia loves her child even in his absence, and you feel a sudden rush of emotion in knowing that your own son won’t have a mother to worry over him, to love and raise him—that childhood was stolen from him only nights ago on the icy plains of the frozen tundra. Of course, one might argue that these were roles you could fill, but in your grief and confusion, you had let him slip away from you. You hadn’t lost your mother as young as Brigand had, but he was weaned: he would learn to take care of himself, just as you had. You pull yourself out of your head to flirt with her, and it’s a pleasant surprise when she boldly returns your gaze and steps forward to embrace you. The tenderness of her touch washes away any trace of guilt, and you settle into her, reaching with your neck to nibble gently at her withers if she will allow it. Her presence soothes you, and for once your breathing evens enough to quiet your hacking. Wordlessly, you move your muzzle sideways to trace the contours of her wings, hoping that she will not shift out of your reach. Too many things have done that lately. trouble just grew wings |
@Parelia
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