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A S H A M I N
on his own
on his own
The cheer in Volterra's voice was just as horrifying as the blood that spurted from Ashamin's leg when the giver of the wound's spike retreated. Ashamin found himself woozy, perhaps at the sight but most certainly as a result of the feeling. Even far from here the companions of the haruspex stirred in their sleep, troubled by a distant, mental scream.
But Ashamin did as he had before, gritting his teeth to avoid showing the pain. The other stallion was perhaps a bit more sadistic than Ashamin felt comfortable with, but he had the grace to leave quickly, to not linger. Advice to consult a healer, perhaps a too-eerie sense of pleasure, and he was gone.
The moment Volterra's body left the clearing, the Haruspex fell to the ground. He buried his face in the dirt, screaming bloody murder into the soil and a mouthful of dead grasses. Blood still fell from his leg, more painful than most spar wounds despite the composure of its happening, and Ashamin knew with certainty that he would need more than herbs to heal this injury.
Consult a healer, Volterra had told him. Wise boy he was, massive idiot Ashamin was for getting so hurt in the first place. But it was for magic. It was for protection. The haruspex fed himself beautiful lies to stave off the pain, all the while wondering, all the while hoping... is it worth it?
There was a certain bitterness in the pain, Ashamin found, now that it was unnecessary. Had he not completed one of the Moon Goddesses' chosen tasks, and hurt a member of his herd? Could he not return to her without this injury, before this day, and still have done as she asked?
Why, he wondered as he lay crying alone in dirt stained with his own blood, did he have to pretend he was so goddamned virtuous?
Consult a healer, Volterra had said. But time came and went, the sun began to set, and Ashamin did not rise. In time he would, and in time he would slowly begin to limp home. Halfway there he would meet one companion; a quarter of a way, the next. For now though, as the blood slowly dried, the haruspex simply stayed where he was. He needed some time to heal. He needed to be alone.
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