What were only mere moments to everyone else surrounding him, every ripple of that black pool waved in a rhythmic slow motion, what little light there was in the room glinting off its tar like surface. His breaths staggered as he listened to the dead air around him, chest slowly rising and falling with sour anticipation, wondering if the rumor held truth. The trauma of what just happened only moments ago, the sound of her bones breaking, the slick slab of flesh that had fallen from her body, the blood and stench of damnation that coated him still.

Those who had tried to help him, standing in the shadows of the background, though he would not admit it now, he was thankful for their assistance, no matter how little it was. In a way he would never be able to forgive himself for attacking his own daughter, for taking her down like she was just some stranger, a demon. How was he to feel about these things, had it all just have been a dream? Lobes draped in black pealed back and lay against his skull, blood stained lips lowered to the floor. It had been done, this was it, his daughter’s body now mangled but masked by the blackness of the liquid that consumed her.

Slowly turning his head his weight began to shift, as he was going to turn and walk out of this place, to leave Helovia, his life mattered not anymore. But the sound of sloshing water, a gasping breath caused a glance of hope to be shot back to the obsidian pool. Crimson eyes were shocked as they rested upon his gray daughter, her eyes repaired, her skin wet and vibrant with healthy life. The blood, scars and broken bones had been repaired. His once sour face, has turned into a expression of joy and love for his daughter. Their embrace, savored, as Nato for the first time in his life, thanked the Gods for the healing of his daughter. Father!

”I thought I’d lost you” His voice raspy, broken with emotional joy. Her demons blood still caked upon his back, mud and melted ice dripping from his winter coat. When she stepped back to thank everyone, his eyes turned to the duo as well, a thankful expression upon his stained face as he turned to glance upon his daughter again. She was thankful, it shown brightly on her beautiful face. And he, couldn’t be more proud. Her silent apology was waved, as she didn’t need to be. If he would have been alone, he would have turned to fight as well. He ran for her, and she decided to fight.

Realizing he still looked a mess, he turned with a noble stride and moved to the side of his daughter. He needed to wash up, and would have to venture down to the falls to do so. Just when he thought all was going to be lost, the stallion felt as if he was born again, given a second chance at life.

@[Nyx]
Ooc: Omg, the wait. I’m sorry!