Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Their meeting had not been forgotten. The world had been turned upside down, strange lands overlapping the ones he had once known or called home. His curse (not a gift, never a gift) had faded and the confusion had been paramount in his terrible conversation with her that day. Of course she hadn't sucked the power right out of him but one can never be too careful in this place. It was a painful reminder he knew all too well, Beqanna can never be trusted.
The way her flames had danced around her body but didn’t singe, didn’t turn her to ash. It was so painful and yet he had been so enthralled. Then she had disappeared. Since that time in the meadow, he had climbed the Mountain. The bear had been returned. Then he had found Ellyse who had flipped his world around once more. The one eyed stallion was just as confused as that day in the grassy clearing although the circumstances had changed.
She catches him quickly after the meeting and to be honest he had rather hoped she would. Her words catch like a net over his retreating backside and he pauses, ears flicking back. Hesitating. Considering. Turning his head before the rest of his body follows, first the empty socket followed by the gold flecks dotting the sienna of his one iris. There’s a frown tugging at the end of his lips but his gaze is not unkind. The bear shifts within him, wary of her fire. His heart flip flops slightly, unsure of the morbid desire he has for her flames. It’s not the same passion that Ellyse had stirred, that mutual suffering bonded by one man.
”Carnage.” He bluntly replies, searching her gaze with his own for a reaction. ”I figured he bestowed one of his cruel gifts on you too.”
Ledger