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His wanderings were dreadfully lonely, after his disgraceful exit from the Basin. Despite that, he was glad he had left Mbwene in the Edge, for he could not take her annoyed grumblings at his downtrodden behavior. He was littered with bruises, both physical and emotional. The first from the demigoddess and the latter from his lover. Ex-lover? Mother to his children? His ears splayed sideways, eyes staring down into the red depths. He hadn’t truly enjoyed the Blood Falls. The battle here had been gory, the aftermath riddled with Mauja’s companion nearly dying and an angry, raving black-winged mare.
But these red waters had also been where he had found the golden chains he had given to Rexanna. Perhaps it was dragon’s gold, from the very dragon whose blood made the waters red. Perhaps not. Regardless, the gift he had received in kind, a lion’s claw at his chest, was heavy and cold against the black hide there. Once, before, he had thought to shed the trinket, but Anzanie had stopped him.
So he stood, silently brooding at the water’s morbidly scarlet edge—though he was not left long in his dour mood as suddenly something is coming out of the Falls? His eyes narrow, peering through the vividly red waters to see what was emerging. He could make out proud horns, long white tresses, a grey body; assuredly equid.
“Katerina?!” The surpsied, concerned exclamation was out of his lips, his legs moving the moment recognition dawned. His ivory hooves scraped along the rubied bottom, water lapping at his knees as he splashed towards her. His muzzle dropped to her fallen body, cold dread and hot demons beginning to fill his chest and mind as he saw the ash on her skin. His lips urgently nudged her cheek and throat, “Kat, are you alright?”
But these red waters had also been where he had found the golden chains he had given to Rexanna. Perhaps it was dragon’s gold, from the very dragon whose blood made the waters red. Perhaps not. Regardless, the gift he had received in kind, a lion’s claw at his chest, was heavy and cold against the black hide there. Once, before, he had thought to shed the trinket, but Anzanie had stopped him.
So he stood, silently brooding at the water’s morbidly scarlet edge—though he was not left long in his dour mood as suddenly something is coming out of the Falls? His eyes narrow, peering through the vividly red waters to see what was emerging. He could make out proud horns, long white tresses, a grey body; assuredly equid.
“Katerina?!” The surpsied, concerned exclamation was out of his lips, his legs moving the moment recognition dawned. His ivory hooves scraped along the rubied bottom, water lapping at his knees as he splashed towards her. His muzzle dropped to her fallen body, cold dread and hot demons beginning to fill his chest and mind as he saw the ash on her skin. His lips urgently nudged her cheek and throat, “Kat, are you alright?”
Tembovu
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