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01-19-2016, 12:30 PM
ashamin
As soon as the cold "fine" came from Ki'irha's lips, Ashamin knew he had made a mistake. His leg shuddered and he stumbled, falling back down onto the snow and watching desperately as Ki'irha moved away. His lips parted, his eyes fell and his heart slowed to nothing. His hearing faded away, his vision blurred. Was it fatigue, was it injury, or was it heartbreak?
Mortuus came like a whirlwind, guided by a timid Lochan who made no movement towards his bonded or to help with the healing. He stood sheepish, wandered away from the bloody scene and back towards the cave far in the distance. There was nothing Lochan could do, nothing he wanted to do for the stallion who had screamed with such violence--who should have comforted him.
Ashamin laid limp as Mortuus pressed herbs to the wound, jerked and kicked and shuddered in painful response. The numbing took over but all did little. He had fallen and picked himself up too many times, now everything was characterized by its hurt. As Ki'irha made her way away, tossed back what felt like an insult and a welcome to war, Ashamin's heart fell with regret. What had he lost? What, so carelessly, had he just thrown away?
Ki'irha was gone before he could say anything more. Ashamin wanted to call out and ask her to wait, to come back, but even he knew that for now it was all too late. He turned to Mortuus in a haze, shrugged off the rest of the herbs and the advice and struggled to his feet. "Thanks, Mortuus," he mumbled almost incoherently.
"I'll see you later, alright?" he excused himself without grace.
Ashamin limped past the healer, limped out into the cold, and with congealing blood dripping from dropping herbs headed after his distant companion. They would make it home, and in the dark they would speak to each other in the quiet words of pictures in the mind, but they would not heal for some time.
They had lost a lot.
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@Ki'irha @Mortuus Nox (end? Unless Mortuus wants to post again.)
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