Bleeding Hearts

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Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

#14

12-09-2014, 06:47 PM

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"It doesn't make sense." His ears prick towards her at her words, and he tilted his head when she looked down. Oh? So it could have been actual fire that...you know...burned and all that wonderful stuff? Well, he certainly felt a genius. Oh look a mare's on fire lets go cuddle. Yeah, genius. He couldn't help the faint laugh that escaped him. "Maybe i got lucky? Hindsight, cuddling up to a flaming mare is not the best idea i've had." He mused, then shrugged. "Then again, not the worst. No, that's for my wonderful idea to fly during a hurricane. Broke my wings, nearly my legs. Worst idea ever." He laughed, then fell silent once more.

But once again Brisa spoke, and he listened, then mulled over his thoughts before he spoke. His words were a long time in coming, and when he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. "Because i have seen too much death. To stand idly by when i could prevent a death goes against my nature. Especially for one so full of life." He looked down at her, expression unreadable. His thoughts gave him images of Brisa's body, broken and swollen, washing up on the beach to rot, all the life and smile gone from the shell of a woman he barely knew. It was...puzzling.

"Come, let's get out of the wind. Your fire will make more warmth out of the wind as well." He suggested, his tone subdued and pensive as he drew back his wings and turned towards the cave, glancing back at her to see if she'd follow.

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