It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking, like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand. Not a shattering, not something tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grand about the sensation. It is merely an internal realization that something treasured you never knew you had is leaving forever. Things had been going so well, or so he thought.. This was too much for his mind to comprehend, it was too painful for him to want to even think about. In his lifetime there had been very few times that he had cried, the only one that he could remember was the death of his best friend. This was worse than that, a million times worse in fact this was absolutely devastating. Air ceased to fuel his brain making it cry painfully for life, the pain barely touched to his attention, there was nothing left to feel the pain everything was already broken.

As the words left the painted's mouth a hiss sounded from Kiara involuntarily as extreme pain assaulted her mind causing her to paw at her head trying to clear it frantically. It was as if she could feel the resounding snap of the last pieces holding the dappled's heart together as they shattered. Squeezing her eyes shut the sleek cat dropped to the ground withering yet still beside the young colt, why was this happening, make it stop.

Silver eyes watched hollowly the next movements as his entire world turned away from him leaving him in some alternate dimension of time. Everything was portrayed before him but it felt like he was watching it from his grave, maybe he had died and this was what he was seeing? No death couldn't even cause this much pain this was vividly real and he was powerless to do anything about it. Moisture could be felt upon his face but as his gaze drew to the sky it became clear to him that it was not rain that caused this, but rather the hot tears that had escaped his eyes to burn down his cheeks. Nothing was making sense, nothing felt right, nothing could stop the pain as it consumed him whole.

As his eyes drew to the heavens for answers a devastating cry of pure pain and agony pierced from his throat without a subconscious thought as to its origin. It was a sound that shook Kiara to the bone as she could only cry softly in response, there was no way to console the stallion in this state it was a part of him that the young tiger had never seen before and wished she never had to. Why was the mare doing this to him! No she couldn't leave, she had to stop her.. While the thought managed to streak through her mind the pain kept her paralyzed unable to respond. What was she supposed to do now? How could she help her bonded if she couldn't make the mare stay? She would fail...


Turning his mighty head away from the retreating figure his emotions flowed freely, he cared not who saw him like this for he was as good as dead within the hollows of his mind.


Ciceron talks
Ciceron thinks
Kiara speaks