Smoldering Fire Within

[Darkstar]

Filth arrived at the Ruins, awaiting Sombra from their rendevous. He trotted inward to the heart of the church, the warm nest within the pulpit a safe haven from the bitter cold outside.

[elle]

Angel, angel up on high, why does the devil now within you lie

The white angel floated after her crimson demon, her knees snapping up ever so lightly to clear the random mortor and roots. She spotted the steed, inside the church. With hoofbeats echoing through out the cold stone walls, she traveled to his side. Her usual caress graced his side. She came to a statue stand, her neck curving ever so gently around to touch her own barrel, the womb that would bring the next hellion into the world.

[Darkstar]

Angel took her stance, boa reaching for barrel. She was like artwork, the single light shadow throughout the whole church. He had been laying down, but shifted so that his muzzle could also graze her belly which held his seed. A gentle nicker sounded, beckoning her to lay with him so as they could be warm and happy.

[elle]

Get behind me devil, Ill be your gaurding angel

A small smile, mind you smile be small, danced on the corners of her lips. a small nudge of the beasts nose was given from her maw, her eyes shining with the gleam that only Sombra held, one that seemed to know all, yet beg you for guideance and love, and was cold at the same time.
Her knees buckled as her white bodice laid beside the red stallion, thier coats contrasting aginst eachother. She layed so her her neck rested under his, not touching, because we all know she can fend for herself, but still allowing Filth to be the protective masucline that he is.
Her lips parted as her lyrics floated to his ears

"How many mares do you call your own, King?"

I have the gun in my hand, a heavenly being thats about to break your world in two