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11-17-2015, 11:20 AM
Libertad watches her as she makes contact with the strange red liquid. She then explains what it is and his ears prick forward. An almost morbid curiosity comes over him as he sees the scab. Without any regard to boundaries, he waltzes right up to the filly and sniffs the scab. His ears prick forward as she tears at the scab and blood starts to dribble down. When he scents it, the undeniable familiarity is there. Then he wonders.. Can he make himself drip red ooze? Does d'Arcy bleed red just like this white little filly? He will have to discover for himself.. When he returns to his sister and mother he decides he will figure out this strange concept.. This new thing. Even if the filly says this liquid isn't good to drink he figures it doesn't mean he can't find ways to draw it from other people.. Figure out why he and his roses bleed.
Even in his youth, the fae is perceptive. He watches the filly step back and it clicks that perhaps.. Perhaps she doesn't like or maybe.. She doesn't like his roses. Libertad is baffled by this and can't help but wonder why.. Why does she seem so uneasy over something as simple as red ooze? It is no different to him than that the squishy mud.. Of course the exception being the red is far thinner. Mud not good comparison, he thinks to himself. Water.. It is simply water with color. Why fear it? Why fear him? Truly one day he will be a terrifying warrior.. Unless he already is striking fear into the hearts of mortals. Oh yes! That must be it! It is his masculine prowess. Libertad puffs up a bit, brimming with some boyish pride until the girl speaks again.
"Wanted t'play," Libertad says flicking his leonine tail. "Mama and d'Arcy sleeping.. m'sneaky.. Mama never catches me." He says with a boyish grin. Truly if Nyx wished to find him she'd simply need to find the trail of red he leaves wherever he goes. "M'brave!" He puffs out his tiny chest a bit and lifts his head proudly. "M'patrol and keep Edge safe! M'be the strongest s'day." He says with a grin. "Why you out?"
"Talk?"
Even in his youth, the fae is perceptive. He watches the filly step back and it clicks that perhaps.. Perhaps she doesn't like or maybe.. She doesn't like his roses. Libertad is baffled by this and can't help but wonder why.. Why does she seem so uneasy over something as simple as red ooze? It is no different to him than that the squishy mud.. Of course the exception being the red is far thinner. Mud not good comparison, he thinks to himself. Water.. It is simply water with color. Why fear it? Why fear him? Truly one day he will be a terrifying warrior.. Unless he already is striking fear into the hearts of mortals. Oh yes! That must be it! It is his masculine prowess. Libertad puffs up a bit, brimming with some boyish pride until the girl speaks again.
"Wanted t'play," Libertad says flicking his leonine tail. "Mama and d'Arcy sleeping.. m'sneaky.. Mama never catches me." He says with a boyish grin. Truly if Nyx wished to find him she'd simply need to find the trail of red he leaves wherever he goes. "M'brave!" He puffs out his tiny chest a bit and lifts his head proudly. "M'patrol and keep Edge safe! M'be the strongest s'day." He says with a grin. "Why you out?"
"Talk?"
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Heart with a gaping hole
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