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I took your breath, you took my sorrow His parents were nowhere to be found, searching the depths of this world for his sister. Asaavi was gone, Mordecai was keeping her distance, and the twins were gods knew where. His family was in shambles.
Nizho had never felt so alone in his life as he flew across the water toward his desert homeland.
Fire caught his eye, and the sound of crashing against sand. Panic made his heart race and slam against his chest, his wings swallowing air and pushing him forward quickly. What is happening!? He wondered, legs tucking in close to his belly as he flew, trying to make himself faster and faster. Gunmetal eyes settled finally on the dead body of the Sultan, and some members of his herd crowded around them. Cloven hooves touched the sand and Nizho moved in slowly, head lowering. Brown ears tipped back into his ombre mane, tail tucking tight into his hindquarters.
Gaucho was dead, and before them the Sun God materialized and announced a new leader in his stead.
Nizho frowned. This was a disaster here in these lands. Gaucho was his mother's idol, his father's friend (or long lost, distant cousin). Gaucho was supposed to be here forever, ascended by the Sun himself. Nizho felt angry beneath his breast, and sorrow filled his eyes. This was wrong. Where was his mother? Where was his father? His siblings? He snorted, cloven toes digging into the sand and his eyes averted from the scene.
Colfire eyes moved around and Nizho caught sight of the wispy, ghastly frame of Tae and her brutish sister. Tucking his dark wings in, the colt moved toward them. He placed himself on the side of Tae, one of her wolves between them, and Grusha on the other side. Seeing the grief, the single tear rolling down her ghost cheek, made his anger dissipate. His friend needed him.
"Vod chafaan." He whispered, lowering his head some and closing his speckled eyes. |
