08-20-2018, 02:09 PM
Leilan
Demons run,
but count the cost...
but count the cost...
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
Night will fall and the dark will rise
He's truly gone mad, so he likes to think. Problem is that it is not true, not entirely, but he needs someone to knock some common sense into him. He's on the road to ruin and has been for some time, incapable of caring any longer, it seems. But he's not planning on letting anyone get close enough, get into his head, get anywhere near the truth at all.
Within the second he makes his intentional move forward, through as it were, the other stallion knows exactly what to do, knocking the air out of his lungs. Raed might be the only one coming close - dangerously so - to pushing where it hurts, to make him stop. And so he stops, for about a second, because the blue-coloured man almost seems to know just what to say or do to make the roan think twice.
Almost.
Had only taken more time to analyse the random thoughts, Raed'd have seen that only after she left, he'd gone into 'pouting and damaging the plant-life' mode. Now, it seemed to Leilan as a wild guess, although it rung true enough. Plus, he'd knocked the air out of him earlier; there was enough time to realize there might be a magician of some kind in front of him.
In the end that's the only thing keeping the bronzing stallion from outright starting to tear off limbs (if he could have reached that). Instead, his teeth snap where his mouth closes from a rough outlet and intake of air, and he bites with nothing but words. "Dig a little deeper next time, ass-hole. She never would anyway."
He turns around briskly and takes his leave, assuming he won't be followed now that he's not intentionally damaging plant life any more. Or waking up children.
Within the second he makes his intentional move forward, through as it were, the other stallion knows exactly what to do, knocking the air out of his lungs. Raed might be the only one coming close - dangerously so - to pushing where it hurts, to make him stop. And so he stops, for about a second, because the blue-coloured man almost seems to know just what to say or do to make the roan think twice.
Almost.
Had only taken more time to analyse the random thoughts, Raed'd have seen that only after she left, he'd gone into 'pouting and damaging the plant-life' mode. Now, it seemed to Leilan as a wild guess, although it rung true enough. Plus, he'd knocked the air out of him earlier; there was enough time to realize there might be a magician of some kind in front of him.
In the end that's the only thing keeping the bronzing stallion from outright starting to tear off limbs (if he could have reached that). Instead, his teeth snap where his mouth closes from a rough outlet and intake of air, and he bites with nothing but words. "Dig a little deeper next time, ass-hole. She never would anyway."
He turns around briskly and takes his leave, assuming he won't be followed now that he's not intentionally damaging plant life any more. Or waking up children.
the battle's won, but the child is lost
@[Raed] Leilan out, sorry it's such a short thread now, he just felt like giving up somehow
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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