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*PI looked at them with interest, all the while sharpening her wing razors.*
With every step Bloodwing took, his anger waned. The words he'd uttered rotated around and around in his mind, and for some reason they had tasted familiar, as if he had heard them spoken before, as if he had not made them himself. Then it struck him, and a shiver crawled down his back, alighting his hackles.
He sounded exactly like Blackthorn.
With this thought, his anger died all together. He stopped, breathing hard, and glanced over his shoulder, but the damage was too much, and too late. He couldn't face Scarlet, not now. Not like this. With a last, wistful stare, he retreated further.
"I'm sorry you had to hear this," he murmured to Pychaste as he passed, grey eyes looking at her apologetically.
(uh, scarlet got ihm down on the ground, but ambersong was not hurt any more)
*PI looked at them with interest, all the while sharpening her wing razors.*
With every step Bloodwing took, his anger waned. The words he'd uttered rotated around and around in his mind, and for some reason they had tasted familiar, as if he had heard them spoken before, as if he had not made them himself. Then it struck him, and a shiver crawled down his back, alighting his hackles.
He sounded exactly like Blackthorn.
With this thought, his anger died all together. He stopped, breathing hard, and glanced over his shoulder, but the damage was too much, and too late. He couldn't face Scarlet, not now. Not like this. With a last, wistful stare, he retreated further.
"I'm sorry you had to hear this," he murmured to Pychaste as he passed, grey eyes looking at her apologetically.
(uh, scarlet got ihm down on the ground, but ambersong was not hurt any more)