"Yes, please, if you ever come across him, tell my dad...'I'm sorry', just that, he'll understand what," The mare said closing her eyes and took a deep breath. Admittedly, there was odd feeling in the stomach when anticipating death, knowing sometime within the next couple of seconds it will be all over. Ah well. "Oh yes, one more thing, not a request, but a warning. Do not look into this further, just stop, and turn around, you won't like what you'll find and your friend outside would only find himself hurt." And with that she went back to waiting to have her flame snuffed out.
...Huh. I was expecting "don't kill me". He remarked before slamming his hoof hard into her face...
...knocking her out cold, but not killing her.
Primal ego vos, estis ex nihilo
Originally Posted by TheDarkDM
I'm the scary one.
"You can't have eight different cultures work together if half of them are starving to death!" -High Queen Phelnia of the Primus Imperium in Empire