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01-01-2017, 05:23 PM
Cera the Golden Prince Though Mercutio's gentle tending had done wonders for his wounds, they healed slowly, and the burns all across his back and hindquarters would not heal without scars without the intervention of magic. Cera was similarly not keen on how it would trap him in his own body if he let them heal on their own - the months it would take where he wouldn't be able to run or spar. Mercutio's promotion had come as a slight surprise. Cera hadn't expected Aithniel to give that power to someone so new, but he had beamed proudly at the bearded brute when the news had descended upon them nonetheless. Don't get your hopes up, Ilaria whispered tentatively in his mind. She liked Mercutio, a lot, but she loved her bonded more. He said he doesn't like herd life. He can always leave. The Prince shook his head, trying to knock the logic of her words out of his ears. That's not what this is. I barely know him. It's nothing. Ilaria said nothing more, but her warm eyes watched him sadly. She knew it wasn't nothing. Cera was a creature of sensation - he followed his gut feelings, his heart, his sixth senses. Mercutio made him happy, made the Prince feel like the world did not rest so heavy on his shoulders. Ilaria knew that wasn't "nothing." But he wouldn't be keen on listening to her, preferring denial over protecting a heart that had already suffered so much. When said stallion's call went across the sands, Cera turned and gratefully went to meet him, skin pulling painfully across his haunches with each step. A relieved smile crossed his lips to see Mercutio standing awaiting his patients. Though he didn't know Tae on a personal level, the Golden dipped his head in friendly greeting towards the younger soul, acknowledging her. She was brave to have taken on Volterra willingly, so that Aithniel could intercept the throne. "I'd appreciate some healing. Mostly these burns?" He wouldn't mind waiting, so long as his freedom of movement was replenished. But he smiled warmly at Mercutio, encouraging and proud with company between them. Throws Cera in here to believably heal the rest lol |
