Frostbitten Love (Song Creation)

[Seren]

She eyed him slowly, narrowing those icy eyes and tilting her head. Had she... bothered him? He seemed as unreadable as an icy puddle; reflecting the world around him back, but not revealing what lay within. It was puzzling, irritating, and...somehow drawing. His words bothered her, making her feel all prickly.
Her swallow seemed loud and seemed to stuck in her throat, her coat puffing up some as she struggled to bring together words that were almost an apology.
"It would be a fate woyrse than death....foyr you." She glanced at him sidelong, a little fang peeking over a lip. She hissed quickly to cover that moment of regret, which she called weakness. "I may have to stick ayround to teach you a lesson. See how eageyr you are foyr company when you've spent a bit of time with me!" She turned to glare at him, giving off a frosty chill that would tell any other Samanayr to back away, slowly, as she bared her fangs. "Don't think this means that I like you, stallion. You ayre the most ayrrogant stallion I have eveyr known." She sniffed coldly and flicked her tail at him, staring back down concentratedly at the glassy throne.


(Translation: " I'm sorry. I like you, even if I don't like the fact that I like you. And I doubt you'd ever like me." Oh Eve. *shakes head*)

[RikkuGirl]

Just as easily as a switch, Misery errupted into the hardy laughter of before. Her comment was irresistably funny. "Do you KNOW what I am??" He said, his laughter fading into words. He elegantly swished his head and did a manly walk around, his mane swirling from head to tail. "Time with you can't be anything compayred to my last company..." he nodded his head disapprovingly as he thought of his past.

"Youyr neveyr obligated...Now let's go ashore...MY QUEEN" He snickered as he turned and walked towards the shore, peering in the corner of his eye. She was so easily stirred. He would have to keep his temper around her. He walked regally.

(Awwww eve is soooooo grumpy :3 misery has alot to teach her. )

[Seren]

That laughter, again, why did he find her so amusing? Her ears pinned back as she let him have his laugh, she'd be unable to make her point over his guffaws, and he's just laugh harder anyway. She gritted her teeth as it continued, how she hated feeling ignorant and foolish from his words. She concealed the hurt look on her face, growling out. "How should I know, when you do not speak of what you ayre? I don't even know youyr name." Her voice was low, and she sniffed, barely keeping from speaking the next part of the words she wanted to say, that classic "not that I want to!"

Her sleek coat literally puffed up when he called her his queen, gritting her teeth tighter in barely surpressed anger, snorting loudly. She coldly spit out at his back, rising from the throne as she did. "As you wish, MY KING." She stalked right past him, lightly prancing to attempt to get under his skin for once, flicking her tail as she passed him, her short cropped mane and tail so different from his flowing regality of mane, snorting as she passed him, lights tinkling against the bone of antler.

(I'll have to write out her backstory and why she's so grumpy. XD However, Misery, you have a long way to go with this one! Best of luck. <3
Oh I love him. x3)

[RikkuGirl]

He smiled and said "I am Miseyry of the Fyrozen Styream...A MISEYRY my Queen. Ayre you familiayr with my kind?" He eyed her as she galloped past, snorting as she did. His legs continued to move as she strode past, the cold ice shimmering under their feet. As they began to near the shore she beltched out her antic. "Youyr king indeed!" He said with a chuckle. "Now you've got the hang of it"

His tone was joyous and gleeful...a taste he rarely had the pleasure of having. His eyes were happily closed as he strutted towards the shore. As they neared the shore he jumped to the grassy edge, his claws gripping the soft grassy ground. He gave out a sigh of enjoyment, light and under his breath.

[Seren]

She snorted, as in her mind, she franctically tried to recall lessons from the Northern Mystic mare that had dwelt in her sire's song. She remembered some past warning about Sa'kriens and Miserys, and that Miseries were magical, like Mystics, but she thought of them as dark and cruel. She glanced back at his spotted features. He was smug, he made her feel stupid, sure, but he didn't seem cruel. In fact, with the light behind him, casting a glow to his luminous blue mane, he looked quite breathtaking.
The embarrassment of thinking such a thought hit her right about then, and she shifted fluffy feet back and forth with awkward embarassment. His words made her ears flick back as she rolled her clear crystal eyes. Nothing seemed to bother him! Was he really so untouchable? She had paused right before the bank, and was surprised by his leap onto the grass, and found herself stumbling into a face full of cobalt mane, blinking in suprise at the cool soft fur against her now cooler muzzle.

(XD This may be the most amusing couple I have)

[RikkuGirl]

Misery turned to look at the mare just in time for her to face plant into his mane. He freaked. He did not plan on TOUCHING her! How...what...what should he do?! His mind began to race as he stood there with an almost disgusted look on his face, though it was more shock than anything. (Kind of like when you touch water...its just water but you still dont like it on your hand, THAT feeling).

He just stood there, as frozen as the ice he loved so dear. His tail stopped mid swish in the air, his mane blowing softly in the air. His shocked expression turned into a warm smile as his facial expressions softened within seconds of her touching his mane. He never was one to sweat or become dirty, his coat was ALWAYS white as snow and clean as crystal. Though that fact was true he still thought 'do I smell?'. He was so fickle.

Not fully knowing what to do he finally snapped out of his seconds in paradise into an overly cocky "If you want to cuddle...you could have just asked". His face was so serious at first then flashed to laughter. "Or weyre you tyrying to bite me..." He eyed her out of one eye, his other squinting in dramatics. His lip curled up as the other curled down, one eyebrow bowing as the other curled. He was laughing hysterically inside at this point. Not just because of the current perdicament but because his own antics just killed him! He did find himself one rather funny Misery...or rather Amusing at the least.

[Seren]

She gave in a sharp breath of cool sudden air, almost inhaling some silky hairs that were tickling her nose and soft to the touch, snorting into the luxurious mane. Her eyes were wide as she felt him stiffen up, one of her legs still bent from mid-stumble, freezing up as well. Was she going to be in trouble for tripping? Would he be angry? Her eyes slowly roved up to look past his mane and at his face, which had just broken into a smile. His look seemed so warm for the normally cocky expression, but that had quickly disappeared into a cocky expression as he spoke. She started stuttering as he began his second part, thoroughly humilated, and not lashing out at for the first time, instead stuttering in bewildered naivety. "I... s-s-sorry... d-didnt..." Little fangs pierced her lips as she bit them, trying to blink hurriedly, looking all off guard, the shield of collected iciness gone for a brief moment.

[RikkuGirl]

Misery looked at her as she stumbled through her words, none of them really making any sense. She almost seemed scared? He closed his eyes as he noticed she was still...there! She had not moved yet, almost as a deer in the headlights it seemed. His face seemed to glow as he stood there within her embrace. His eyes opening slightly as he leaned in and kissed her muzzle. He hoped she would turn red. He made an internal bet that he could make her one of these days. Maybe today was his lucky day.

The sun was starting to go down now, the day had pasted by so quickly. The soft chirp of crickets loomed in the air as the moon slipped into the night skys blanket. The sky was an scattering of color over a large canvas, quite beautiful with the suns ever dimming light. He raised one claw and pulled the mare towards him just a bit, tightening their...hug? And just as soon as he did, he released. Moving back away from her and posing a very good question as he did so.

"Ayre you hungyry?" He said with a snort, shaking his head as if the past few seconds would be erased with the very movement. He stood almost uneasy of what her reply would be. His head drifted slightly to a side as he waited for her to speak.

[Seren]

She hadn't moved back, she was all frozen up, almost as if the Misery had cast a spell to freeze all her joints in place, even her breath seemed light and foggy, like on a chilly fall day. She had just started to move her muzzle through his mane when she felt a soft muzzle, cool and refreshing, touch her own velvety skin, and stiffened at the intimate touch that was unlike anything she had ever felt before, as the cool jolts of electricity ran through her, as she swallowed bewilderedly, blood rushing to her cheeks, so even through the soft sheen of her fur, a hint of pink could be seen, as her little fanged mouth was parted in a little "oh".
She felt his claws gently hold her closer, and was shocked at how her body seemed more comfortable, how the hot day faded away into cool evening bliss at his touch, and how soothing it was, despite the tightening of her stomach, before she was suddenly left in the warm evening air again, not longer touching him, blinking as if he had lost her for a minute, before dumbly nodding, trying to ignore the trembling in her knees.

(So Eve didn't get...like any... physical affection from her dam. XD She craves it perhaps?)

[RikkuGirl]

He stood there waiting for an answer, which didnt seem to be on its way. She was still in a daze it seemed. Was their embrase that destructive to her? Did he hurt her? He started doubting what he had done. He didnt want her to be scared away or overwhelmed. He started to lean forward his mouth begining to open as if ready to say something, only to stop himself just before.

"Um...Ayre you hurt?" He asked not knowing what to do or say. She just stood there... odly. He feared he had hugged her too hard, or his touch was too cold that it sent her into shock. He was far from warm to the touch. His black eyes focused on her as he leaned his neck out to say "My queen...??" he cocked his head slightly as he asked his question.

(Awww Poor eve! She didnt gets no loving from her mama :'( Well neither did Misery if it helps make her feel better. He didnt even KNOW his father...except that he was a mean evil... um... unlawful baby maker? lol The real word for it just erks me... so.. ya. O_O;;)

[Seren]

(Edit: I TYPED THIS ALL OUT AND IT DISAPPEARED! NUUUU! Gerar okay retry at typing.)

Eve silent, unresponding to his looks at first, caught in the painful memory of a place long ago and far away.

She felt the cold wet touch of snow almost up to her chest, snuffling softly as she called out in her little trill of a voice. "Mama? Mama?" The cold winds ruffled her fluffy little cropped mane like an old friend's caress as pale crystal eyes searched wildly. She gave a soft little snort as she spotted a long-legged figure ahead, staring silently at the sky. She trudged forward through the drifts, practically swimming in the crystalline pool, trying to get the figure's attention. "Mama!" She grunted with effort as she pushed through, blinking with big eyes. No matter how hard she pushed and tried, she didn't seem to be gaining ground at all, ears pointing forward under nubs where future horns and antlers would rest, her eyes wide some with panic as she struggled bravely through the drifts hampering her movement. Slowly the filly realized that it wasn't that she wasn't moving forward, but that the figure was moving away. She swallowed down panic and tried to struggle faster, before coming to a halt as the figure never turned. She had the fuzzy memory of the touch of her mother's muzzle to hers long ago, and how it had been a warm touch, so different than what the little newborn was used to, that she had cried from its strangeness. Her dam hadn't touched her since that time, and the pain was overwhelming in the little filly's chest as she cried out into the howling winds. "Mammmaaa!" The winds flung her choked-off cry back into her face, as trails of tears froze to pale blue-fur, little fangs bared at the night as her dam kept on, never glancing back once, as the lone little figure stood alone amongst the wintery flurries.

She swallowed slowly, being brought back as the pain constricted at her heart, confused at how the touch of the icy stallion could bring back such painful memories, memories that she had sealed up. She slowly looked up at him, amazed of the effect her had on her. Part of her wanted to bite him for real, but most of her longed to be touched again.
Not that she'd ever admit that.
Her voice was soft like a snowflake touching the ground, less cutting than before. "You didn't huyrt me." She lowered her head some, the horns and antlers tipping forward as she looked thoughtful to herself, murmuring. "Food... is... good..." She knew she sounded stupid, and hoped that he wouldn't notice that she was aching, and would laugh or something instead.

(Glimpse of some of her past! Evey's mommy left her. )': and poor Misery as well! They make quite the couple, with their issues! Eve's sire tried his best with her, but he had other mares and foals as well, though Eve's mum was his favorite. </3)

[RikkuGirl]

He eyed the mare with a smug expression. "Food is always good" he said as he walked passed her, his tail flicking over her back falling off like water. He stopped inftront of the waters edge. "Fish oyr yred meat?" He cocked his head to the side, obviously he was a carnivore. His horns glittered black with the now rising moons glow.

It would be tough to fish at night but they could always try. Then again the thrill of a chase hunt is always bonding. What would they do.

[Seren]

His coat glittered like glacial ice as she watched him quietly, tilting her head, lights faintly glowing in the dusky air. Her own coat was the soft washed out color of snow in moonlight, the ridge-like markings on her legs darker now in the night, as she stomped a fluffy foot. A glint passed over her dark ram's horns as she thought quietly to herself, oddly quiet and serene looking for once, his tail's brushing bringing her back to awareness.

Her muzzle crinkled up, exposing little fangs. "Fish? Meat?" A look slowly dawned in her eyes, as she made a soft noise of surprise. "You eat meat? yReally?" Her tail flicked curiously, she wasn't disgusted, more thoughtful like.

(Can only Sa'kriens and Miseries eat meat? Sorry for my fail reply. :/)

[RikkuGirl]

He looked at her oddly as she posed her question. "You dont?" He said simply. He ate all sorts of things but fish and chipmunks were his favorites. Omnivorous by association he was known to eat nuts, berries and most friuts as well. Rarely would you find him munching on grass, leaves or bark unless his life hung in the balance.

He snorted with the thought that she did not eat meat. Such a pitty. Then with a lazy shrug he walked a step towards her. "Fancy some fyruit then?" He said, trying to keep his face from cringing.

(I think its based on preference. I didnt know if there was a set diet for them but from what I can tell all are different. ^_^;; Misery is omnivorous. I assume most are herbs but just like people... Id think they could be either or ...or both. )

[Seren]

She snorted softly at his look, flicking her doe-like tail at him and stomping a hoof. She’d never tried, was that her fault? She bared her little fangs to herself. What would that be like, to eat meat? Could she hunt and kill something? Her ears flicked as she searched inside herself for that ability, and yawned softly. She wasn’t soft-hearted, but she doubted that she lacked the skill to catch food that moved.

“I’ve neveyr eaten fyruit, and it sounds like you think its awful.” A slightly crisp tone crept into her words again, not scornful, more precise and chilly. “It’s yrude to offeyr bad food to someone you want to hang ayround! You should feed them food you think is good youyrself!” Her muzzle crinkled up as she bared her fangs in a fierce little grin, the first she had given him, or had made in awhile.

(thanks for the clarification! She'll give it a shot. ;3)

[RikkuGirl]

He sighed, his head slightly nodding. She was a rouge, it was official. A good thing her seclusion was. It was a gain nor misery at least. Because she was a loner, she was not apart of the normal society. She was open minded. He started nodding his head in agreement with his thoughts. " yes...im not fond of fyruit but most otheyrs do...what DO you eat?" He squinted one eye and raised one brow as he waited to hear what she thrived on.

She was interesting, beautiful and smart. Cold and harsh was just a plus. Misery had decided to pursue this mare, she was destined to stay with him. She just didn't know it yet. He stood there staring at her in sheer awe. The moon sparkled on her skin, her lights glinting in the dark. She was so cute when she was grumpy.

[Seren]

She had quietly eyed him wit those eyes as pale as starlight, fangs clicking as she opened and closed her mouth in tiny little movements, a habit from when she was little. He was alone… how long had it been so? And why did she even care? Her tail whisked like wildly as she thought, the only sign that she was really puzzling something out. He blinked when he spoke again, saying slowly.
“Lichen… and moss… mostly. Theyre wasn’t much to eat up Noyr- wheyre I’m fyrom.” Her little tongue darted out to lick at her lips. “They’yre not that good… But they have nouyrishment.” She shrugged her shoulders, tipping her head to one side, so her horns and antlers scratched at the sky threatingly. Her coat was sleek now, as she looked up to study the moon overhead, before turning to glance at him with wide innocent eyes for a brief moment before smirking and raising a ‘brow’, trying not to think about how sleek and glossy his mane was in the moonlight, the shades of cobalt and pale blue working together in a lush mane. The disctracting thought of how much softer his mane was than a pillow of moss burrowed into her mind, which caused her to snort, as she gave him another smirk to hide her embarrassment at such intimate thoughts. “You going to show off youyr skills, oyr ayre you too scayred?” She bared her teeth teasingly at him, and coldly flipped her tail at him, turning some toward the willow again.

[RikkuGirl]

He studied her as she talked, her every feature stored in his memory bank. She was scary yet so beautiful at the same time. His face turned sour as she spoke of what she ate, her smooth face scrunching up as she spoke of her diet. He didn't believe in eating anything you don't want. It was your life, eat and do what makes you happy.

His mind lulled off with these thoughts as she spoke, snapping out of it when he heard her antlers lights jingle. He eyed her back as she also raised a brow. "Don't tempt me..." he said with a VERY evil like grin. He may have a semi warm heart but he has a cold mind. He was a and will always be a Misery.

He turned and walked towards the forest. "Walk with me...let's feed you" he looked back and cast her a wink as he plotted towards the lush forest, the moon lighting the way.

[Seren]

She snorted at his devilish grin and words, flicking her tail to wave off the odd twist of not fear, but more so expectation perhaps. She tossed her antlers so her glowing lights twinkled and darted like many-colored fireflies and tapped a furry hoof to the ground. She watched him lead the way into the forest’s cover, narrowing her eyes as she thought back to her meeting in a similar forest, on a far colder day, with a silly roly-poly Samanayr. That Sam held no threat, but he… Was he a threat? Or something good for her? She snorted at the thought of it, lips twitching as she thought of little flapping buttwings. Well, that Samanayr had been good for a laugh… she didn’t feel as nervous now, until that wink sent the chills through her again.
She muttered under her breath coolly. “Thinks he’s just a god on eayrth eh?” She snorted and trotted after him, pale snowbank- like flanks turning shadowy once under the trees.

(... I COULDNT RESIST THE CALL OF THE BUTTWINGS. *flails*)

[RikkuGirl]

As he entered the thick forest he walked down the cleared path, brush and scary dark trees surrounded them. The moon rose in the sky as he walked, scanning the area. He noticed an apple in a tree just off the path. With a glee like pounce he cleared a bush and reared up under the tree, plucking the apple with a snap.

He looked at the female and jumped once more over the bush. His mane swayed about as he jumped moving smoothly like water down a stream, from head to tail. He stood before her, his chest puffed up. "Hyere..." he was able to mumble as he bowed down and set the apple before her. He did kind of like apples, they weren't as bad as banannas. He waited to see if she would try it. If not he would hunt a rabbit or squirrel.

(BUTTWINGS!!!!! I love my waltzypooh)

[Seren]

The dark tree cover may have bothered some, but she found the cool dark area so much easier on her pale eyes than glaring sunlight, despite being used to sun rays reflecting off of icy waters and snowdrifts. Her birth song tended to come out at night, despite it being cooler, it was easier on the eyes, and she found the dark cover of night, and the soft silvery blue glow of moonlight and the winking of the stars friendly, in a non-aggravating manner like most friendly Samanayrs annoyed her. She felt like they were plastering on smiles and that their voices were raised an octave due to their discomfort or fear in her presence, whether it be due to her impressive rack, bone-crushing horns, or fine little fangs. Bah. She shook herself off at the thought of such things, seeing him drift off the path, pausing with one foot slightly raised as she watched.

He leapt with a smooth powerful movement, lighter than a flurry of snow yet as mighty as a glacier. She bit her lip to jerk herself out of staring at him too much, quieting to gaze up as he returned bearing a round fruit in his jaws. She snorted slowly, padding over with cat-like whispers of soft feet on the ground, lowering her head to drink in the scent. It smelt sweet, and earthy, and she took a bite, fangs sliding through the juicy flesh of the apple and the red skin, raising her head as she chewed carefully and swallowed, shuddering once. It wasn't... bad... but it was so... sweet. Sweet and juicy and crunchy. She tried to be as polite as she could, trying to keep her muzzle from crinkling up as she spoke. "It's veyry... sweet.... but... g-good." She had an odd look on her face as she tried to battle against the sweet taste. She liked the consitency of it, how she could actually chew it and it wasnt mushy, but it didn't suit her taste buds quite as she might have liked.

[RikkuGirl]

He watched her eat the apple, her face srunching up a bit as she gnawed into the fruit. He chuckled. "They come in diffeyrent coloyrs". He eyed her as she spoke about how it was good but very sweet. He agreed completely. He favored citrus fruits more than others. He loved the acidity. His mouth started to water with the thought of citrus. His stomach started to grumble in hopes of being fed what his brain was longing for.

"Would you like to tyry an Oyrange?" he asked with a smirk. His smirk was very called for with this question because to get one, he knew they would have to travel quite far. He was hoping she would say yes. He could find out so much more as they traveled besides, it gave him a reason to stay in her presence.

[Seren]

"An Oyrange?" Her face scrunched up as another wave of sweet juice hit her taste buds, grimacing. "Is it yred?" She said with a sort of innocent tone, though her eyes revealed a bit of twinkle that showed that the ruffled up little mare who was snappish and cold, could have a sense of humor. She snorted softly and shrugged, figuring that while the apple may not have been quite her liking, it was interesting, far more.. fun... to taste than lichen or moss or dried grass.
Things seemed more fun with him, and she couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed herself. A wintery day chasing snowflakes as a little filly came to mind, and made her silently wonder. Had it been that long since she had enjoyed the sound of laughter and felt her heart lighten just a bit from its heavy load.
She glanced at him. He laughed, alot, and it seemed it usually was at something she had said or did. She snorted softly, as an older stallion's words came to her mind, gruff but oddly gentle, like a snowflake on her muzzle.
"One day, I hope you will find someone who can make you happy, little Eve-stayr."
She blinked her large eyes at him as he seemed lost in thoughts. Happy? What an impossible notion. Especially with him.
He was arrogant, prideful, quick to laugh at her, and seemed eager to get under her skin. and What made it all the worse was how oddly drawing her was, like a fresh patch of snow that was just begging to be ran through and rolled in. What did he want with her? Was she for laughs? Or something else? A sharp little fang peeked past a pale-colored lip as she thought silently. She could feel cracks in the walls she had thrown up and patted down until they were harder than packed snow and so cold they could cause frostbite with a glance. But he wasn't affected by that. Did he just not care, or did he look deeper?
She snorted suddenly, and gnashed her teeth. Stupid thoughts for a stupid mare! She chanted silently in her head. He- can't - care, so why would he even attempt with you?
She answered his question automatically, without thinking. "Alyright, Black Ice." The affirmation had popped into her mouth before she reconsidered it. Do I really want to continue on with this stallion?
Oranges... might be fun... she commented to herself reassuringly. She glanced at him, snorting and flicking her tail after a moment.

(XD How did I write all this? Random rambling!)

[RikkuGirl]

"I dont think they come in yred..." He said, his voice trailing off into nothing, almost as if he was thinking about that question. DID they make them in red? He shrugged. He didnt know. He liked them orange and that was good enough for him. "Then lets go.." He said sharply as he turned once more and began to walk into the dark forest. Fruit hunting at night, seemed fun.

"Black Ice?" He said echoing her. He snorted disapprovingly. Though it seemed delightful before...He did not like black...white and blue were fitting. Black was so informal and...dirty. His face scowled as he pictured himself black. He DID NOT like it. He turned and looked back at her with a cringe. "Cant you call me WHITE Ice? " He said squinting one eye as if it would force her to say yes. He must have had a misery moment.

He continued to walk down the path into the depths of the forest. The moon got higher in the sky as the night took over. Bird songs were replaced with the soft chirp of crickets. Misery always loved night time. So soft, cold and quiet. Perfect for an Ice Misery.


(Nothing wrong with rambling! I LOVE eve. :3 shes such a grumpy pants. lol Misery likes giving her a hard time...shes just TOO cute when shes angry :3)

[Seren]

She gave him a slow trailing look, a 'brow' raised over a pale eye as her mouth was parted to show a sharp incisor, giving him a look that was a mix on confusement and a snort like "Oh, really?". Perhaps she shouldn't joke, if he did not get her humor... It was cold and often biting, as she was often sarcastic, however, she manage to bite the chilling tongue and silently chant in her head. You want to be nice....er. You want to be nicer...ish. You want to be nicerish... kinda. She rolled her eyes at herself and huffed out a cold foggy breath, the steam-like clouds disappearing into the slightly cooler night. Her tail flicked like a doe's thoughtfully as she watched his back and the rippling mane atop it. She was content to walk in silence, soaking up the comforting blanket of dark shadows, cooler air, and sweet silence broken only by far off calls of nightbirds and insects. She was used to sleeping with the noise of buffeting winds, it was loud noises when she was trying to stay awake and alert that she didn't like, they made her jumpy.
Like him.
She heard him spoke, and her ears pinned back silently as he did. Had she gone too far? Was he mad? would he leave her?
Why do I care?! He is like a blizzard wind, loud, prideful, and quick to pass on!
A colder snap to her tone had reappeared. "I called you Black Ice because you ayre not safe to tyread upon." Feeling a bit of her reckless courage and desire to flick her tail in the face of adrenaline, she trotted forward past him some, saying cooly. "White Ice is so tame. But I will call you so if you desiyre, safe-and-tame-White-Ice." She smirked at him, returning his arrogance for a moment, gaining a bit of ground in their back and forth battle.

(I think the word you mean is flirting, Eve dear.

I love Eve too! She's a grumpy little foof, but that just gives her much more depth! ^___^ She is adorable, with those fangs. Once she gets used to him (sort of) she'll calm down, and only get snappish occasionally. ;3)