Zephyr
"I don't have any friends." She growls back at him, watching as the flames that burst from his skin barely touch their intruder. The flame-kissed mare simply moves away from them, then comes a bit closer. She shrugs her shoulders; let her listen.
"If I told you, would you believe me?" Zephyr asks the blue stag, milky eyes locking on his. Could he begin to fathom the dark forces that dragged her into that lair? The smell of rotting corpses and mold? She begins to open her mouth to speak again, but their intense conversation is suddenly interrupted by their friendly neighborhood stalker, who is now using her mind to communicate with the pair.
Wait.
She knew that voice.
He's going to hurt you! Run away!
Her nostrils flare instantly, and her ears shift back to her head. So that's who ruined her once thriving relationship? How could Zephyr have been so stupid?
But the mare was right, she had been to hell and back. With a sharp, angry nod, Zephyr acknowledges the fire mare, and looks back to the warg. She does not know what the mare is telling him, but she assumes it has something to do with Carnage, so she waits patiently for his response to all of this.
when it's said and done, we'll have our scars to show
@[Longclaw] @[Molotov]