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02-21-2015, 02:11 PM
She is beginning to possibly enjoy the games, but the selection of words leave her annoyed. Their foreign sounds fall into distorted messes when she speaks them, quickly making a fool of herself in the process. If it wasn't for the egg, then she would of already taken off. The bird woman brought a challenge in the past that she found no need for revenge for, but Sameira was kind enough to help her see that having a companion was a gift. Spending time with the hellhound gave her a sense of safety that she hadn't experienced in the past, and she was more likely to do things that she wouldn't have done in the past.
This wasn't her first time with eggs. It might be her last time, but she couldn't make the prom-
Why...
Legs bolt from beneath her form, watching the egg tumble from the clutches of the winged woman and learn the horrors of flight as it soars through the air towards impending doom and death. Hooves scamper across the stone floor and she throws herself with them in terrror of watching something who wasn't experienced the beauty of the nightmare of life die, and the fact that there were others willing to die just for a small creature. Even if she wasn't the one to rescue the life of the unborn, she would be the one who stood behind to feel those of the wounded, to purge herself of the selfishness that surges throughout her veins and courses about her body when it comes to such things.
The least she could do was catch it, and if she was to throw herself into the flames to save a life, it'd be a death worth the price if it was to kill her, and could easily heal herself if she was to burn herself in the flames.
OOC: Attempts to catch the egg before it lands in the pit, chasing after it as it flies.
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
