I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He doesn’t hate her - not really. It is her purity and innocence. Even that is an unconscious thing. After all, how can one truly understand love when they have never known it? Hate is the only thing he has known since he was dropped onto this unforgiving earth by a mother filled with it. He had suckled at the teat of that hatred until she had left him to die or live on his own.
No, it is not a conscious thing. It had been instilled into him from the time he took his very first breath.
He cannot know that it is his very presence that weakens her. That the bleakness of his own existence is what had defeated her without his ever even needing to lift a hoof against her. He might have laughed if he had known though. It makes perfect sense, of course. What kind of love is actually a match for nearly two centuries of hatred?
Something far stronger than anything he has encountered so far certainly.
Ashhal warily eyes the wolf that slinks from the shadows, the deep scowl not easing in the slightest. It ignores him however, instead focusing on the young mare before him. For a moment, a soft glow appears to resonate from her strange eyes. Ashhal’s wings flare slightly at that, aggression roaring back to life inside him. She had accused him of using magic, but it is clear she who has magic of her own at work here.
If this were to devolve into a fight, Ashhal is more than fucking ready for it.
But it doesn’t. Instead she accuses him of doing something even if it isn’t on purpose. His irritation rumbles inside his chest at that. “If you can’t stand me, then fucking leave,” he snaps. If he was going to do anything to her, she would damned well know when it happened. He could leave too of course, but her accusation has made him irritable and contrary. He isn’t the one with the problem here. For once. “I’m sure as hell not stopping you.”
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