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07-10-2017, 10:59 PM
Words comes through to him wrapped in blurs, as if spoken while he remained under water. Her meaning comes through, and he would have believed her acting again…perhaps with more suspicion, but it was too late. Confusion though did not aid her cause. Could you kill something without meaning? Did she still try to call this all in the pursuit of fun? It all falls through in the ashes of his mind, which the phoenix burns.
The gold bird watched, seeing and noting all. The sparks on the mares back draw most of its attention at first. How they cracks and arched, sparking with light. He liked that….Then the mare draws back the bird’s focus. The feathered head tilts, the ones forming a feathery crest atop his head shivering. But the bird is not foreign, nor his other half so distant he can not comprehend who he also is. So the bird trills, its song coming melodiously, but other worldly to answer her, head dipping to confirm.
Yet the fire bird does not yield his stance, or give in to her. There were still dead bodies, needlessly strewn, on the ground. It was a shame their girl’s possible genuine reaction came to this form and not the other. Perhaps some comfort would have come from the other side. Instead the bird hums softly, musingly. Then it shifts on the log, long tail feathers sweeping over, before leaping off, soaring the short distance to one of the fallen bodies. It grasps it gently in one claw, then with wings, it hops to the other nearby, taking it in its beak.
With both in grasp, he takes back to the center, laying both gently before the girl. White eyes gaze up to her, unreadable for a moment. Then his wings circle the small brown bodies. The flames about each tip feather shivers, as if coming away, and becoming hot.
He burns the squirrels- to ashes. Wings flare, ceasing any stray sparks, and lifting himself back to the log. It was then he finally noticed which legs cuffs. The bird glances down to see his horn cuffs now circling his legs, yet bearing the same gold etchings. The fire bird ruffles its feathers, shifting on the log before looking up again. Its large white eyes simply watching….
Haldir dashed through the woods, leaping over fallen tree and brush. His mind racing, how had Galahad gone this far?
OOC :: Haldir will show up in my next post <3
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