Hooves sinking into the soft sand he moved around not wanting to become stuck in the muck as it became quicksand beneath his weight pulling him down. It was a strange feeling really to have something not living to have so much strength to suck objects down to wherever lay underneath the ground. The cold water meanwhile gave him the feeling of weightlessness if he should sink below and dislodge his feet from holding his mass above water. Taking a breath he held it within his lungs as he bravely plunged his head beneath the blue surface to clear his head and wash off whatever grime had collected there. As he resurfaced he shook his head to clear the water from his eyes just as the energy seemed to change drastically.

Terror seemed to grip into his friend sending her into a frenzy as she fought desperately to put distance between them plunging herself for a moment completely under the surface. Throwing his head back in surprise an icy terror stripped through his body making him feel as if he was frozen from the inside out. What had he done, no..no.. He should never had come here, endangered anyone with his presence. Shame washed through him darkening his thoughts as the image of his father standing in cold blood passed before him. The image was so vivid there was no way it was fake, it was a memory from many years ago when he had been young. The scene before him was dark but the sickening scent of blood filled his nostrils making him want to vomit. Looking down his coat, light grey at the time was smeared with crimson not entirely his own but the mares as well who lay near his father dying. It was not him who inflicted the injuries but rather his father when she had tried to run away from the monster who had raped her endlessly...him... Being no more than a yearling at the time he had come across her body and frantically tried to call for help nudging the mare's cold body trying to rouse her.

His calls had been answered by the one he looked up to the most, his dad. Only the reaction that followed had been nothing as he expected, instead teeth had sunk into his fleshy neck as his father descended upon him anger evident in his body. Being much smaller at the time he had been thrown aside battered and beaten laying in a heap on the grass. He had been so scared he had gotten up and ran fearing for his life and confused beyond belief. His mother had tended to his many wounds but he never saw his father again. Talk about magic had persisted among the herd back then and that was when things became grey. They had placed false memories over the real ones to shield him from the pain, the truth, the reality. The feeling of sickness washed over him as the full weight of things settled. His father was a monster and now here he was....

The broken voice of Parelia was distant but he slowly came back to see her now standing upon the shore shaking and trying to explain. An attack? A feather? Blinking in disbelief as his heart pounded within his chest her words began to fall into meaning. The panic.. he had caused it.. touching her wing.. Numbly he managed to make his legs move heaving himself out of the water not bothering to shake himself off. Ears to the side he lowered his head in shame barely managing to lift his eyes to the fae's dreading the pain reflected there. He wanted to comfort her to hold her close but he was the one who caused this in the first place. He had began to reach out to touch her but pulled his muzzle back hesitantly. "Please.. I..I'm sorry... I didn't know.." He manged his voice sounding soft despite the shiver that trailed his spine.

Retreating a step shamefully he turned his head away not able to bear the thought of doing anything more to cause his friend pain. He was a monster that would only cause more damage just like his father had. How could he live with himself now?