Trees tower over head for what feels like days one you find yourself out of the dust bowl. For you it's been far to many nights already since you've seen your unexpected child, but what we have been able to focus on outside of your newly found world of clouds it's only been nearing a week and a half. The messy tangles and knots in that thick black hair of yours bounces off of your dark neck, stringy forelock spreading where ever it felt most comfortable; often times over your eyes and obstructing our view. Not that there's anything to look for, we're in the fucking woods, have been all god damn day.

Your wide, cracked hooves touch the earth softly as you trot through the wide, often used trail, and we can only find your head in the sky. Images of Ryuu's tiny, fragile feet, his uncomfortable gaits that make your chest twist into a knot, you want to take that all away from his poor little body, to do anything to make your son pain free. Ouija darts from your side, startling you before you even realize that she is following a voice. Her shaggy white body is gone, leaving you tensed up and terrified, red ears tucked back into that mess of hair and empty eyes wide with fear.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds for the artic fox to reach a tall, pale mare. In her vision not far off behind a couple of these massive trees, she spots another body, one much more built, as well as occupied by a set of wings. To her still young mind, she immediately imagines that the winged one is one of the desert; Where in the hell has she gone off to now? God damn mutt we bitch in the back of your skull, one of us throwing up our hands in an unnecessary rage. Her excitement reaches you through that strange bond, and you can almost imagine what she's going to get you into now.

Your stunned motion pushes back into a quick footed trot, your crowned skull remaining up high in the air, ears constantly rotating in order to watch for your own safety. Outside of your now fluffy and extremely distracting thoughts, you are still that lanky, scared stallion with hollow eyes and fake blood prints. Still a pussy! One of us shouts, a wake of laughter shattering the second of silence in your skull. Finally the pale mare is in sight -Ouija long since had come walking from the brush and attempting to sniff at the mare's darkened legs, her fluffy white tail wiggling back and forth the entire time.

"Ouija!" you growl, the stern tone of your voice almost laughable; no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to be mad at that cub. "I'm sorry, she's very curious." Your glossy eyes watch the white cub, who only stops sniffing and circling for a second to look up at you with those big black eyes. Her big ears are still dished forward when she looks up to the mare, hoping she had not frightened or angered the stranger. One more wag of her tail allows her to depart from the equine's side and return to yours, winding between both forelegs as always.

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Tagged: @[Iseult], @[Quilyan]

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