09-05-2016, 02:05 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
His dull eyes flash up towards the stallion at the eruption of words. He had not expected such passion from the stranger, nor had he been on his guard against such a display. Again, it is not the type of anger or sadism that he is used to, so he is simply stunned for a moment, fighting the urge of his lower jaw to drop. He can, however, feel his brows furrow in confusion.
Before he can formulate a retort, the male’s words soften and he continues, offering advice and support. This only deepens Gunsynd’s confusion, unfortunately. But the words do strike a chord, despite coming from a stranger. He turns away, letting his eyes come to rest on the merciless mountain as he thinks.
He sighs again, and lets his gaze fall back on his companion. “I will fight. I will do everything in my power to right the wrong that has been done here. But it will take more than just me.” He pauses, weary. “What about you? Do you have anything to fight for?”
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