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Bitter Heartbeat stood firm. Behind him nestled in the curled form of sleep, Wolf Parade slumbered heavily. Near her a turtle wobbled unevenly on his back -- apparently righting himself was of little importance -- and once in awhile the doe's chin came to rest on the reptile's softer undershell. The buck hoped his turtle was providing some comfort as there was little he himself could do.

That was not entirely true. He knew the stories of Legendaries and while the idea formed to seek one out, he could not help the fear that something would happen should he leave. Perhaps a Legendary would find him instead as he stood watch.



Be careful what you wish for.

Lull in Sunlight was cloaked in shadows as she moved through the swamp. She had every intention today of avoiding any kin who wanted a blessing. The count had long been lost as to how many she had given but it felt like it was all she ever did and she did not care if every kin in the swamp converged on her for one. In fact, the Motherfather itself might not be able to get a blessing from her today. She was that determined to glower and ignore such requests. Unless they brought her a pretty trinket. She deserved something for the service she provided. Goodness but she was in a mood.

Of course it would be then that she found the two kimeti -- you have got to be kidding me -- and it didn't take a Legendary to know they were expecting. She huffed and had every intention of moving onward. Until her ears twitched, some other kin was coming.

Oh, the mare thought as Doom approached. With a slow shake, she let herself become solid and regarded her acquaintance. The hair longer, the body elongated and slender, the red glowing eyes. How interesting that they were both mares now. Briefly the idea of another hunt began to form and then shattered.

The introduction, the nod of her head, that she was going to give was cut off at the other Legendary's abrupt words. And where she should have felt relief and left, she was suddenly offended. "And what makes you think, you should be the one to bless them? I found them first," she offered as a rebuttal.

Bitter Heartbeat who had wished for a Legendary was taken aback by there now being two before him. Two that knew each other. That were... He sighed, soft and barely audible, just his luck.

The mare scoffed at Doom's reasoning. That always had been her weakness. "With as many blessings as I have done, I am quite allowed to be hesitant," she retorted, almost hotly. It was clear her composure was not at it's strongest and she couldn't help feeling irritated.

"It seems to me, you're the one who needs practice in hunting. How long did you trail me before you realized you couldn't take me down?" came the reply. Accompanying it was a feral grin. (If she had been in owlcat form, she would have preened.)

"If you knew I was a kimeti," she murmured to herself -- she was sure Doom heard it -- in amusement. Then with a grin that bared her teeth, "Yes, you," she turned her glowing eyes on the buck, "which of us do you want to bless you?"

Bitter Heartbeat who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, flinched back, tail curling inward. He had been hoping, praying, that they would come to a solution on their own. Damn. He looked between the two, feral looking, mares and frowned. Briefly, he turned his eyes backwards to the sleeping doe. No, no, he wouldn't wake her.

"M-me?" he stuttered, much to his dismay. He frowned and his front hoof began to scratch the earth. Then deciding that the second mare had indeed said she would bless them, he turned his eyes to her. "I choose you," he told Doom. And regardless of making a decision, his body shivered.

The buck's jaw went slack at her ferocity. He resented that statement, as if he was going to run off and leave Wolf Parade alone! He might be cowardly but he was not a hit it and run type of buck.

"Wolf Parade," he returned, voice stronger, "and I would not leave her if you told me to." As soon as the words were out he winced. Oh damn.

The second mare, laughed. Did that even count as a blessing? A threat, yes, a blessing? She grinned at the luckless buck, "You should have chose me, I would made sure they had courage." The smile was mocking but not without kindness in some odd sense.

"Undoubtedly," the smile widened to a grin and she snapped her teeth. "The biggest."

A measured nod was the only response from the mare at the blessing. It would not have been her choice but each Legendary had their own specialties and she would not begrudge Doom her choice. And it was much better than a promise to flay the buck alive if he screwed up.

With that done, she took off like a flash after Doom.

In his sleep, Bitter Heartbeat curled every more slightly around the mother of his children. After this, he may well end up with a very prominent aversion to fire.