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You'd see that we should never be afraid to die
"Laedere not listen to Ampere lies. Understand me? Laedere take care of Ardere with love and kindness. No slavery. No hatred." It was clear the stallion was vehement, and with the rise in volume of his voice so did the heat of his body. "Sick fuck mean Laedere worthless -- it a LIE!" Einarr chest puffed and he backed away from the flightless woman. Muscles beneath inky skin tightened as the stallion reared, cloven hooves slicing into the air. Massive wings upon a strong back snapped open, and Einarr released a roar of his rage. "No one treat herdmates like that. Einarr see end to it!" He called into the desert wind, voice ringing with his bellowing anger.
Landing, Einarr let his red-brown eyes shift to the broken woman's companion. A raging heart pumped red hot blood through his mortal veins, pulsating with the reverberating rage he felt deep within his core. A companionship was not a slave bond, it as a gift of life. It was granted directly by gods, and only heightened the quality of life for both parties involved. The bloodrider himself yearned for a companion to share his soul and mind.
@Laedere
if you bury me, i'll bury you
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