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A pegasus filly.
He would have moved to help her, but - she seemed fine. No need to get involved with that sort of thing (and in the throes of self pity, no less). Hajduk didn’t understand much of the difference between one horse or another, or didn’t care to; he’d never met another lion and so whether one horse had wings or not was inconsequential. He had no idea how different he was from a normal lion, after all.
El Toro turns away again, but - in typical fashion - she is full of questions about him that he does not want to answer.
A cub, Hajduk thinks. Toro snorts. The white stallion towers over her, and yet she has no fear. Fear is something learned, sometimes taught.
But she is only a child. There is no need to be so cruel.
And yet-
”I thought Caligo might stop by for a visit.” Sarcasm wasn’t his usual weapon of choice; his disobedient mouth seemed to prefer either vile hatred or sputtering idiocy immediately before running off. Hajduk huffed, watching the girl’s osprey. Toro rolled his eyes. ”What are you looking for?”
@
they would hear you if
you had heart left to beat
you had heart left to beat
