His mind was lost in the clouds, and his mind has taken off with his heart. Floating on cloud nine, as the saying went. Though nothing at all was certain, he knew what his heart was screaming to the sky. Beating full close to bursting. He knew what he felt was true and there was no denying it. Perhaps he could keep it secret for awhile longer, or mask it and make it seem so much simpler than it really was. Not from himself. His heart was full, full of love. Head over heels type of love and he could not deny it to himself, nor could he pretend that she had not pierced his hide, bypassed the tough exterior, and found the soft tenderness that was deep inside him. Africa. From the moment he'd met her he'd wanted to know what it was she did, what happened to her, her wants and desires, her fears. And he'd wanted to protect her, from all that hurt her and from all that could possibly do her harm in the future. Most of all, he wanted to protect her from herself, from the self-loathing that she held and perhaps even semi-denied. She spoke to him in riddles, never truly answering the questions that sought the depth of her soul. He was torn on whether to ask again, to find out the answer, or to let her be and let her answer on her own time. But would she ever open up to him? It was stupid, really. He'd met her twice. There was no good reason why she should trust him or ever confess the secrets of her heart and past. But he asked her to all the same.

Silk wasn't sure what she felt for him. He hoped it was the same, and he had an idea that she at least felt something. But she was covering it up, restraining it. Afraid of it. He could feel it, and when he touched her she could feel the anxiety and tenseness of her body next to his. He did not want her to be afraid.. he would let her come to it on her own. Accept or deny her feelings on her own. He was the pushy type but he sensed that pushing would only backfire. He had to step back and give her breathing space.

And then there she was. Not Africa. Someone else. Practically in front of his face he'd been so distracted. He could tell it was a mare through her scent but not a thing more, for the smell of burnt flesh and burnt feathers covered up whatever more her odor would have told him. Lobes twitched back, nares flared, and he put the brakes on, stopping a few yards away. As long as she wasn't on fire he was not in danger, but his body did not want to move an inch closer to the repulsive stench, at least not until he knew who she was. He blinked a couple times, regaining his sense of his surroundings and took in the pitiful sight before him. A simply colored bay pegasus was trudging and tripping before him. Clearly, she was the one behind the smell of burning. He blinked a few times more as he took in the wounds she must have recently suffered. Knees, nose, chest, wings. Some feathers were burnt off and he could smell the burnt hair, the boils on her flesh. He grimaced - that had to hurt like a motherfucker.

So he asked the obvious question, bringing her from her reverie if she hadn't noticed him yet. "What the fuck happened to you?"


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Pardon my rambling

Satanic Silk