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You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
Carefully, the stallion looked over to the playing leviathan. His heart tugged with the desire he felt to call a companion his own. He had coveted the desire since his youth, watching several of his herdmates carrying their own bonds. A phoenix called upon Einarr's soul, and he would work hard to attain it. He had been denied this raptor of fire twice, but Einarr would never let go of the dream of sharing his soul, his mind, his heart with something so great. Rusted eyes flicked back to Laedere, head lifting to examine the odd pegasus once more. She did not seem to be in any physical pain--he had already been assured her injured wing was long-ago healed--and so Einarr could not pin what had transpired for this woman to call out in such a manner.
"Someone hurt Laedere?" He asked, tail flicking against his hocks and the flies as he shuffled on cloven hooves, waiting for the more refined woman to answer him.
@Laedere
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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