The glaring sun made the space seem even quieter and with this back turned from his entrance, he had no idea there were others on the beachline. Distractions in his mind were jubilant in their accomplishment of getting Hasovir in the waters, perhaps almost killing him. Twin pinnacles shot upright and cerulean orbits opened widely when a question shattered the shitty party going on between Hasovir’s voices. Pivoting on his hindquarters, he turned to see Tembovu, his brother. The one who created the monster that dwelled so well within Hasovir’s heart. The one who created tension between their father and Hasovir, their dam always falling silent with no means to defend her first born – Tembovu, the giant unicorn – Tembovu the one with the unlucky marking who won all the attention. A fire combusted behind Hasovir’s soul and just when he was about rear up to counter an attack the red stallion caught his breath in mid gasp.

The fire died down, yet his heart was beating like the hummingbirds’. The question resonated in the silence between the stallions, the darkened sand beneath the tide pool glistening in the sunrays, their nonexistent eardrums awaiting an answer. Hasovir’s ears still facing away from the stranger, he was in shock. His eyes moved over the unicorn’s pelt, his markings resembling Tembovu’s but with his coat being much more golden. His body type was off from Tembo’s as well, this stag was much taller and more atheletic, not bulky or elephant-like in the least. Hasovir’s orbs led him down the stranger’s pillars until he recognized a cub – the striped hyena species – at his side. To this, Hasovir pricked his ears to, curious of the creature and then he recalled his friend having a ‘companion’, and decided on that. Meeting the unicorn’s sightline Hasovir let his maw part, his words trembling a little with rage, even though it was decided this was not his brother.

“I owe you no explanation,” There was underlying hate here, even if it was not justified. Hasovir knew he had no reason to hate this stranger and so he tried to reconcile the previously stated line. “It would not benefit you to know in any way, regardless of the reason.” Ashamin had done this to him. In recent years he had been developing guilt for his past actions and he blamed it on his mother’s sensitivities when he was but a mere foal. It was always like Hasovir to blame his softness on others. Perhaps it was all the time spent alone that did it. The voices occasionally taking sides on the issues, arguing in his head and driving him to drown them out – literally. The stranger’s pelt was still making Hasovir tremble in the slightest and so he thought to address the problem would be best.

“Your coat holds markings from Dorobo.” With this he softly used his hefty horns to nod towards the stranger, his baritone voice piercing the middle of the boulders' circle. “Is that where you are from?” In a way he was addressing the elephant in the room. Hasovir was impressed by this brute’s silvery, golden buckskin coloring, the bird catcher spots that decorated him and his gently white banding that sort of mimicked Hasovir’s truly made him a sight to behold. A dash of jealousy swarmed through his temple, briefly but definitely all there, and then slowly the feeling of admiration snuck in after that. Hasovir ignored this. The unnerving presence of Tembovu was still alive and well, the voices trying to speak up but still sounding muffled – luckily. Hasovir could almost smell his blood and the very scent was making him wild with discontent. He would always have that sibling adoration for his brother, but it was in no means to outweigh the disgust he held for Tembovu.

Maybe this unicorn knew of Tembovu perhaps that was it. Perhaps Hasovir could sense a connection and perhaps he could benefit himself from this. This stallion was genuinely inquisitive on Hasovir’s oceanic endeavors, his companion likely leading him to Hasovir. With this thought, he gazed down at the cub and offered him an honest smile. Back in Dorobo Hasovir had made well with several packs of hyenas who did help him defeat the tribe that would cause Hasovir’s exile. There was always a sense of understanding that came from wild dogs; their relentless drive matched well with Hasovir’s, making them perfect allies towards the attainment of the tribe they had defeated, er, ruthlessly massacred. The Dorobian stag let his dark blue eyes fall on the stranger again, awaiting his reply; trying not to dwell too much on the past, as this new unicorn was handing out memories that Hasovir had not thought of in years.


@KIANZO