everything I let go
If Erebos had inherited anything at all from those Ignatius and Wordsworth lines melding together, it had been stubbornness. Intending to see these notions through, he adjusted his kicks into gentler chords, at which Sparkles seemed much more obliging. Huffing and puffing all the way though, it still took surefire determination to get to the end of their training montage. Turning to glance back at Amhran every so often also had him contemplating their speed options, but perhaps this was a good as they were going to get. “Let’s go try it!” as others whooped and hollered in the distance.
His gaze went towards the track itself, holding steady to the Raeling’s rope and the reins on his pony (though the equine would prefer not to go anywhere at all). “Okay Sparkles, I’m counting on you,” he murmured, before slowly dragging them towards his father, bright grin on his features and ignoring the comments from the sidelines.
His gaze went towards the track itself, holding steady to the Raeling’s rope and the reins on his pony (though the equine would prefer not to go anywhere at all). “Okay Sparkles, I’m counting on you,” he murmured, before slowly dragging them towards his father, bright grin on his features and ignoring the comments from the sidelines.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
