Bleeding Hearts

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[PRIVATE] Bleeding Hearts

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Outcast atk: 3.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 7

Mare :: Equine :: 15.4 :: 7 HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Hikari :: Common Kitsune :: Fire nickel

#15

12-16-2014, 09:49 PM

If Love Were Food, I Would Have Starved On The Bones You Gave Me.” .

The cold air continued to bite into her damp flesh through the fire cloak making her feel oddly hot but still cold. It was like her body could not decide whether it wanted to get warm or continue to cling to the icy temperatures all around them instead. The crazed dance between life or death, now it was just a matter of which way it would choose. Listening as Buce’s vocals once again filled the space she could not help but chuckle at his humor. If she had not been gifted with this fire she would have believed straying too close to open flames was just asking for trouble yet somehow this had ceased to cross through the pegasus’s mind. Yes, cuddling up against something that was on fire was the best idea in the world… if you had some suicide wish.

“Flying during a hurricane? Jumping eagerly into fire? You would think that you have some secret death wish or something.” She joked playfully as she rolled her eyes mock horror. Things people could come up with would never cease to amaze her. That being said she was guilty of making stupid decisions for herself such as jumping off cliffs into unknown water or believing that everyone had something good inside them. This she was guilty of on more than one occasion, you would think that she would have known better by now so she wouldn't have to put herself through the pain each and every time.

Waiting was sometimes the hardest part of a conversation when there was never a guaranteed response to what was asked. In a way she wanted to know what in the world had made a creature of air plunge down into the icy depths to rescue one such as herself. What purpose did it serve to risk his own life when there was no guarantee that either of them would ever make it out alive? Flicking her ears to catch the soft words she stood silently letting the response sink in to her brain. No words formed after a couple moments so she could only nod in understanding to his answer. Death was never something nice to witness but it was an inevitable part of life. One could never grow accustomed to it the most that one could hope is to become hardened to its pain so your grief would never have to show outwardly. It would be a good feeling if you could prevent the grim reaper from taking even one soul before their time so she could easily understand where Bucephalus was coming from.

Shifting aside as to allow her friend to move freely she recoiled from the arctic chill as it hit the parts of her that had previously been hidden against the stallion. Shivering as the renewed blast of cold air drew over her the distraction caused her to lose her grip on the ember deep inside her extinguishing the fire it created. Burr it was absolutely freezing out here! How exactly where they supposed to get out of the wind when there is barely any shelter around here? Miserable, cold and lacking a better idea she only hesitated a moment before stepping forward to see where Bucephalus had in mind to shield them from the weather. “ Do you know where you’re going? I don’t remember seeing any shelter around here and we can’t stay exposed for too long unless we want to freeze.”

@[Bucephalus
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