10-25-2016, 06:40 PM
The blue roan woman is quaking next to him. Her eyes seem too big for her face, filled too much with the naivety and Lior can feel a twinge of regret. He does not remove his words, not yet, for it was done in her best interested despite her lack of understanding. Lior can only sigh softly as he is rotating to face her with unchanging gray eyes.
Lior listens as she is bumbling over words with misunderstanding. Lior knows he should do something more than stand there but he feels his large hooves rooted to the ground. The mare seems to change in front of him. In place of the grown mare that he had been so familiar with is now the young filly that had discovered him in the field. There is an ache that pangs somewhere in the dark depths of his inner being but Lior knows he has lost her. They way she defends him. They way her eyes are huge and peering as she questions why Lior has said what he has said. The male can not take back the words he spoke in front of her nor would he try (he has decided). But the young mare would not be convinced of Gunsynd's sin until she became a victim of it herself.
Lior debates whether he wants to pursue the conversation with Igni but feels as though he owes her a bit more than to watch him slink off to his cave. "If you stay in Pangea long enough you will understand Gunsynd." Lior murmurs into the space that separates them. He does not understand the yearning that is consuming her like fire for he has not felt it himself but Lior has once been the young mare...pleading for acceptance...doting and devoted to Gunsynd and his words. His father was like a savage addiction to the unknowing victims of his drug.
Lior listens as she is bumbling over words with misunderstanding. Lior knows he should do something more than stand there but he feels his large hooves rooted to the ground. The mare seems to change in front of him. In place of the grown mare that he had been so familiar with is now the young filly that had discovered him in the field. There is an ache that pangs somewhere in the dark depths of his inner being but Lior knows he has lost her. They way she defends him. They way her eyes are huge and peering as she questions why Lior has said what he has said. The male can not take back the words he spoke in front of her nor would he try (he has decided). But the young mare would not be convinced of Gunsynd's sin until she became a victim of it herself.
Lior debates whether he wants to pursue the conversation with Igni but feels as though he owes her a bit more than to watch him slink off to his cave. "If you stay in Pangea long enough you will understand Gunsynd." Lior murmurs into the space that separates them. He does not understand the yearning that is consuming her like fire for he has not felt it himself but Lior has once been the young mare...pleading for acceptance...doting and devoted to Gunsynd and his words. His father was like a savage addiction to the unknowing victims of his drug.