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11-26-2014, 09:31 PM
Sikeax Turn everything off And just cover your neck Cause life is full of your regrets | ||
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The stranger, black and gold angel forsaken from the heavens, gives her a response in which she can do nothing more than stare at him for. He appears more feral than herself, through all of her flightly tendencies and the need to get away from anything she doesn't know. It isn't that she lacks curiosity, but by now, she knows curiosity and courage kills the cat. Both of them lay dorment and try to learn what's best for survival with harsh instinct and cold-hearted ways. She may even envy him for the fact that he is willing to easily put it all up on display compared to her much more reserved manners. A stone fires from his ebony, velvet lips, and the immediate reaction from the mare is to step backwards from the sudden appearance. A snort returns her feelings about the action. She tries her best to keep from coming off as insulted, which in every way she isn't because she is morphing to a skittish thing. There is no way of knowing who is who without her nose when scent reigns supreme over names and alliegances that can easily be lied over. He rambles onwards, her attention given to him in the fullest extent as it had been before. A nod is offered at his apology, shown that she isn't trying to hold anymore ill towards him over the forward fashion. She'd been that way in the past, and understood it well. What she learns is that he is one of the phantoms from the cave, clearly alive when he speaks before her and has left the underground to meet her. Has he come to extend the conversation? Does he want to know more as of the world or is he there all because he 'happened' upon her in her sacred place? The koi necklace strung around her neck feels colder than it has before when the salty air of the ocean blasts the pair and freezes her. "Are you here to learn more of our past conversation?" What more could of he had been there for? To pick flowers? Surely someone above in the ranks would be displeased to see them wandering along the frozen beach in search of useless items that held no sentimental value. @[Bucephalus] images | ||
