Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up
The flaxen stallion feels confused. Not hurt, not angry. Just bewildered. It’s enough to make the bear take pause (even though it still feels like the best course of action is some throat ripping) and Ledger merely stares at Ashhal a moment with that one good eye. “I don’t think I’m better than you.” His tone rather dumbfounded. He had always been this broken battered thing, this lost soul that had, if anything, regarded himself as important as the dirt beneath their hooves.
There had been one thing that he had spoken true in the fit of madness created by Carnage and Ellyse. That he was Love’s Bitch and at least he could admit it. That’s all he had ever wanted, that unattainable feeling, to be wanted and cherished and to give that back tenfold to someone else. He had only gotten a bare taste of it and after living a very long life where he had always been denied it… How on earth could he ever think himself better then anyone else when he thought so little of himself and had it confirmed on a regular basis?
If he was a little more perceptive (or smarter) he might have realized that maybe Ashhal’s rudeness stemmed from a place similar to his own. Maybe he did know this, deep down, a little tug of knowledge from his psyche.
An exhaustion seems to settle deep into his bones and he sighs softly as Ashhal spits his crudeness. “I said hello to a stranger that was blocking my way and you’ve made it… whatever this is.” He gestures with a toss of his muzzle. He thinks it’s obvious that he has a right to be wary and protective over his home when meeting an unknown so he doesn’t say it aloud. “So if you move I’ll be on my way.”
Ledger
@Ashhal