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Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
Moments past in silence as Einarr stared down at the smaller stallion. His breathing was hard and deep, but he settled his body some. Massive wings tucked into his ribcage and his muscles relaxed some. The boy with the twisted horn before him did not seem angry for the inky blood rider's intrusion, in fact he seemed quite the opposite. As the stag looked up at him, tears brimmed in his black eyes and fell over his dark lashes. The larger man took a step back, head lifting some and ears pressing forward. Confusion laced through Einarr's mind as the stallion before him cried. He had never seen a grown man cry before. But, if the boy was trying to kill himself, then perhaps in that desperation anyone could be moved to tears.
Suddenly, all of the stallion's words came out in a rush of breath and Einarr tilted his head some. "Einarr not hurt you. Einarr help. Killing yourself is not the answer," The titan moved his head to motion towards the water behind him, before taking a step forward. "Why your heart is such....athohharar?" Einarr paused between his last word and the rest of his sentence, unable to recall the word that covered what he meant in the Helovian tongue. "Why sad?" He asked directly after, though the word sad did not even shed a light on what he was truly asking. This stallion was in distress before him, defeated, collapsed and Einarr wanted to know why so he could help.
Einarr took a step forward and reached his nose out toward the painted stallion. He breathed slowly out through his nostrils, and he turned his body some to invite the man in. "Einarr here to help."
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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