Princess! [The thought was ghastly. Had she turned and run, his own inclination to run would give good distance--so he thought. Merida on horseback could have made good time. The problem was certainly in her inclination to think of him as a friend.
That was the biggest problem. Every ability Cu Chulainn possessed was cursed. It was rare that his gifts were a bane to his enemy rather than his friends and allies. When Merida answered him, he knew the chances of things ending clean would drop dramatically. All he could do was hope someone else could show up and help. She had shown herself on the locket, after all.]
I'm not playing games! [As he turned, the knight's hair had become red like flame, rising with each of his breaths. His skin knotted and any handsome feature he had left disappeared from the stress that came with barely prolonging the inevitable.
Turning on his heel, he threw himself into the woods, towards the Black Shuck's fallen. There was no fear in him that they would bite or tear him apart. If anything, he prayed they could do something to him. Anything to prevent tragedy, once the worst had been confirmed.
By then, the two voices that left his mouth were layered and enraged, boiling with twin tones that fought one another. Merida's inclination to be kind and look after her friend risked one of the Hound's greater fears.]
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That was the biggest problem. Every ability Cu Chulainn possessed was cursed. It was rare that his gifts were a bane to his enemy rather than his friends and allies. When Merida answered him, he knew the chances of things ending clean would drop dramatically. All he could do was hope someone else could show up and help. She had shown herself on the locket, after all.]
I'm not playing games! [As he turned, the knight's hair had become red like flame, rising with each of his breaths. His skin knotted and any handsome feature he had left disappeared from the stress that came with barely prolonging the inevitable.
Turning on his heel, he threw himself into the woods, towards the Black Shuck's fallen. There was no fear in him that they would bite or tear him apart. If anything, he prayed they could do something to him. Anything to prevent tragedy, once the worst had been confirmed.
By then, the two voices that left his mouth were layered and enraged, boiling with twin tones that fought one another. Merida's inclination to be kind and look after her friend risked one of the Hound's greater fears.]
It ain't negotiable!