Don't you dare call me "darling." I could kill you right now. I want fire. I want to see you burn.
It doesn't want to grace him with an answer, not now. It cares less for hearing words and more for hearing him in pain, a goal conveyed in those two strikes.
It backs up, head low, the fire between its empty and blind eyes blazing. It's got only an idea of where he is, but an idea is all it needs, circling him in the field of broken trees. Its step is odd where its one hoof is missing. And it charges, again.
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Date: 2017-12-30 04:45 am (UTC)It doesn't want to grace him with an answer, not now. It cares less for hearing words and more for hearing him in pain, a goal conveyed in those two strikes.
It backs up, head low, the fire between its empty and blind eyes blazing. It's got only an idea of where he is, but an idea is all it needs, circling him in the field of broken trees. Its step is odd where its one hoof is missing. And it charges, again.