Emberwood pretty in punk

Summer persisted in his pursuit and soon he was rewarded with setting his gaze upon the fiery sylph. She was young, younger than him though not by too much. Hers was a pelt all flame and ash woven nearly around her sturdy frame. She had a sweet face with eyes the color if a tranquil forest. We're it not for the words that spilled from her sharp muzzle, he would have guessed her personality was just as serene as her angelic features suggested. He was quick to chide himself for falling victim to the impression, for it was quite obvious that her spirit was of fire and brimstone like the shades the sweetness was buried beneath.

The yearling furrowed his brows as she called him breakable. He'd never really considered himself such before but he supposed he was. Whether or not he truly looked it was something else entirely... "what would I want to fight you for?" he asked, his head tilting slightly to one side. There was nothing he wanted from her, nor any offense she had given him.[/b]