you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
So the pale stranger isn’t some wild mountain-god, or perhaps he is simply one who hasn’t met the Native gods -- even so, it is reassuring to the young stag, when so many Godly encounters in his life have gone so wrong. “He’s, uhm… the Dawn court God, I think? I h-haven’t paid too much attention to the stories…” His gaze focuses on the floor, one dainty hoof lightly kicking at a few pebbles, because how stupid could he be, honestly?
Gods were not kind, especially not to foolish mortals who thought too often about death.
“Theodosia?” It surprises him to hear another ask about his daughter, peeking up briefly even as a smile plays over his lips at the mention of the pale pegasus. “She’s -- incredibly brave,” He can’t help the way his eyes light up with parental pride, rounded ears moving forward once more. “Never knew a fight she could walk away from, if it meant helping someone else.”
“speaking.”
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
