everything i can't remember, as fucked up as it all may seem.

its been awhile

It's been a few months now since he's seen Nym, even longer since he's encountered his father. The last sites of him, Mirage, Kiba and Nym all together discussing the passing of his mother. A visual image of her body burned into his mind forever, to see the bodily fluids fall from Brooke's mouth to the ground long after she was gone. Abel only hope his mother did not suffer and went quickly. It was only a matter of time before something tragic happened to her. The mare that caused devastation and heartbreak to his father who finally gave up. He understood now why his father just let go... there are days when he thinks if a mare would have done the same to him he would have followed in his fathers footsteps. Though Abel wishes he could have known how it would have been to see his two parents so happy and together.

Even with the partial memories of being so young and clung to his mothers side, the very few picture like images that spin through his mind in dreams, a dark night as Mirage appeared to the birth. Abel's tiny tail swishing behind him as he fumbled around beside Torasin. Atleast one of his parents was still alive. Or he hoped so.

Worlds Edge, the last place he knew his father called home, was less than a mile away. Ears forward and green eyes intent on watching as he walked through the Meadow. There were trees around, many. Leaves that fell from the tops, sinking into the earth as they are devoured by mud or crumbled by species of all sorts. A cool breeze swaying through the branches as the sun paints the horizon to the right, giving a beautiful vibrant array of orange pink and reds. Saying goodbye to the day and welcoming night as the moon casts above him. Becoming visible the longer he stands there. Curling his lips and leaning from side to side over a period of an hour. Countless times wondering what it would be like to understand the feeling of not being lonely. Having a companion, friend, someone to stand (maybe not beside him) but merely feet away. Hidden in the canopy of a home. Knowing that he is not on his own. Perhaps the time had come to stop wondering about and socialize. Though being alone gave him time to sort through his mind and file away events. Study the act of others from afar without interacting and getting involved. To watch others catch themselves in lies and get twisted with stories and bring themselves to the stress of knowledge. It was so much easier from afar. To watch it unfold like a movie, seeing but not feeling. Understanding without being tangled in the mess.

Sometimes it was boring, growing old and rather frustrating to be standing there without a thing to do. A mild life, few amusements or fiery passions. Just the sight of his brother for the main parts of his life and now without him it was even more the difficult.

Hefty legs began to move forward. Pushing over the Meadow in a slow daunting motion. Muscles that have yet to grow full and strong slung over the body of a young soul, glared in the moonlight. The silver tovero draft making his way to Torasin's home. Mirage's band, the Qian, harboring his heart and loyalty. Something Abel set out to put his own heart and loyalty into. Despite his deepest darkest thoughts, despite the hints of racism that leaked behind his tongue, each and every dark attribute to him was only put behind a wall of shame. Never leaking beyond the cracks, never spilling or finding its way to the world. Slowly fading into the abyss of nothing. Disappearing from his personality as he grows older and wiser. Still young none the less but knowledgeable. Disagreeing with the hatred that burned in Brooke's soul. Abel would grow to friend the others with wings and bones upon their head. They are nothing different.
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The walk was long it seemed, a chill whispering in the wind, and boredom rolling across his gentle features. Frustration and tired attributes held back with a stern wall of calm hope. As larger feet walked patiently across the border with formality. A painted figure in the distance making his way to the heart of the Edge. Slinking through with one cause. It was night yes but surely Torasin was awake, wondering across the border as Abel silently envisioned the two's next meeting. Hoping for a joyous and content welcoming.