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The girl turns towards him and she's adorned in moonlight. Both of his ears prick forward and Pretty just looks more pretty.. Perhaps more pretty than d'Arcy No! No one is prettier than d'Arcy! Bad, bad, bad he chides himself. Yet... He can't deny the lovely way the moon silhouettes her curling hair and those wings.. Mum, d'Arcy.. They didn't have wings. Nyx only had her horn and d'Arcy her little nub. Why did they get nubs and this mare get wings? Why does she have horns and wings? There are still so many things in this world his young little mind doesn't even begin to comprehend.
Pretty goes on to explain why he recognizes her. Libertad nods as he vaguely remembers her, that whole experience is vague.. She claims to live here and he nods. The concept of herd hasn't quite settled in with him yet, and that his world extends beyond Nyx and d'Arcy.. Sure he met that boy and the woman who grows flowers, but that isn't his world.. That's an extension of the child's universe he isn't obligated to interact with.. Not that he can truly grasp something like obligation at his young age.
"Name?" Libertad asks tilting his head a bit, but his curiosity shifts as she brings attention to his roses. He looks down at them and then at the girl. Is he the one doing it? The roses always simply... Been there. Growing and dying with his every step, leaving a trail of red in his wake. He lifts his foot and then moves it forward, the original blossoms there ooze out into blood and new roses bloom. "Yes."[/color He says, coming to the conclusion it is him. When she asks what they are made of he is quiet again. He walks in a circle and watches flowers bloom and bleed. Libertad frowns and then shrugs. [color=#768488]"That." He says pointing to the red with his nose. "Red stuff.."
The fae realizes he's never put much thought into his roses. What does this red stuff taste like? Libertad curiously leans down and before lapping up a bit of blood he coughs, his illness returning to him. He draws his small tongue over the ground and then makes a face, flailing his head about at the foul metallic taste that fills his mouth. "N'good... N'good.. Bleh," he stares at the red stuff and tilts his head. "N'good... Dnt'drink the red stuff Pretty. N'good.. N'good.."
"Talk?"
Pretty goes on to explain why he recognizes her. Libertad nods as he vaguely remembers her, that whole experience is vague.. She claims to live here and he nods. The concept of herd hasn't quite settled in with him yet, and that his world extends beyond Nyx and d'Arcy.. Sure he met that boy and the woman who grows flowers, but that isn't his world.. That's an extension of the child's universe he isn't obligated to interact with.. Not that he can truly grasp something like obligation at his young age.
"Name?" Libertad asks tilting his head a bit, but his curiosity shifts as she brings attention to his roses. He looks down at them and then at the girl. Is he the one doing it? The roses always simply... Been there. Growing and dying with his every step, leaving a trail of red in his wake. He lifts his foot and then moves it forward, the original blossoms there ooze out into blood and new roses bloom. "Yes."[/color He says, coming to the conclusion it is him. When she asks what they are made of he is quiet again. He walks in a circle and watches flowers bloom and bleed. Libertad frowns and then shrugs. [color=#768488]"That." He says pointing to the red with his nose. "Red stuff.."
The fae realizes he's never put much thought into his roses. What does this red stuff taste like? Libertad curiously leans down and before lapping up a bit of blood he coughs, his illness returning to him. He draws his small tongue over the ground and then makes a face, flailing his head about at the foul metallic taste that fills his mouth. "N'good... N'good.. Bleh," he stares at the red stuff and tilts his head. "N'good... Dnt'drink the red stuff Pretty. N'good.. N'good.."
"Talk?"
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Heart with a gaping hole
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