Dahozhoni Meadow At least we loved hard, now didn’t we, baby?

A squeaky laugh bubbled from the imp's throat! 

Sangre was funny!

Yes, it was obvious! Too obvious! Yes, for all the language flipping and all of the time spend around english, arabic, and whatever else had flown the devilspawn's way, there came a point she got lazy with perfecting words. Too tedious! 

"Tierra to Sangre. Spicy evolution." Legend learned that fancy word somehwere. The demon clapped a good foot on the ground momentarily. It was more of a stupid hop with the one flimsy leg, but there was an attempt. "Must feel good shedding name." Being-- new.

A guilty head drop, and broken eye contact from the poor unknowing Sangre. Bitterness threw a tantrum in the shell of that crumpled heart. "Well." Mumbling, just for a moment. A rock got flung forward as they slowly hobbled to water. "Chose people to trust. People that shouldn't have trusted. Because then- turns out, you make one mistake, and people don't want you no more. Make you disposable- like trash."

"So ended up out here, and hurt this stupid leg." Looking up to Sangre then, "You ever been through that?"