Sunsets, it’s a snuffed out flame, hissing into embers and coals against the horizon. Empty terrain, full exposure, the craggy rock formations did little to shield. The bloody scene before them, it was a campfire story in the flesh, dead eyes staring sightless into the mouths of successors.
Ivo watched a few moments more, eyes narrowed as meat left bone, a train wreck he couldn’t look away from.
“I’d rather be set to the flame,” the voice that crawls out of his indigo lips, it’s different than before, no longer jesting or complaining- darker, heavier. There was a seriousness to the situation, it reflected in his speech, he knew that Chem was right.
He knows he doesn’t want to die, he doesn’t have to.
“I’m not known for my green thumb,” a single hoof scrapes the earth at his feet, sifting ash to draw a jagged line, sapphire eyes find little hope. “We’re going to need those that are,” it shocks even his own ears, how could he say such a thing, like he planned to help or something?
That sounds like work, ears fall, already regretting volunteering himself.
“Unless you know something about soil that I don’t?” Maybe, hopefully, it was worth asking at any rate.
Ivo watched a few moments more, eyes narrowed as meat left bone, a train wreck he couldn’t look away from.
“I’d rather be set to the flame,” the voice that crawls out of his indigo lips, it’s different than before, no longer jesting or complaining- darker, heavier. There was a seriousness to the situation, it reflected in his speech, he knew that Chem was right.
He knows he doesn’t want to die, he doesn’t have to.
“I’m not known for my green thumb,” a single hoof scrapes the earth at his feet, sifting ash to draw a jagged line, sapphire eyes find little hope. “We’re going to need those that are,” it shocks even his own ears, how could he say such a thing, like he planned to help or something?
That sounds like work, ears fall, already regretting volunteering himself.
“Unless you know something about soil that I don’t?” Maybe, hopefully, it was worth asking at any rate.
ivo
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