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02-28-2014, 09:28 AM
His crown of black remained at a regal height, his mind remembering their last conversation in this place, the emotional wreck he had become over the loss of his daughter. But her question reminded the stallion, she had not discovered she had been reborn and free from the demonic haze that shadowed their home. Had it really been that long since their last encounter? There was no telling anymore, this cage forged of mineral rock made the days timeless, and the hours long. Crimson eyes gazing upon her new-found cape, a bear skin, noting it soft looking appearance. "I’m better." He said rather plainly, unsure if that was a true statement or not. What happened to Nyx made him contradict the ways of life, his attitude about things, as if the darkness in his heart had melted away near that ink filled pool of healing. "Nyx has returned, it was a brutal fight- but she’s normal now." He didn’t go into detail, he didn’t fondle the words of the disgusting smell, the rotting flesh that fell from her bones, her blood slicked all over his body. A shiver quivered down his spine at the thought, garnishing his own power and strength against his child, was to say the least, heartbreaking. "No." Baritones rumbled from his lips in a single word to her statement. Nothing here was as Isilme was; the passion of life had seemingly faded away. Sure there was the forest, the pine, there were others- but the emotional side was forever lost to darkness. His muzzled extended to her shoulder, lips fumbling about upon the bearskin. She looked warm, and he was envious. "Where did you acquire such a piece?" He questioned, his ruby pools turning to gaze into her eyes of blue. @[Quinn] Nato |
