:: For neo and his royal spots, Mauja. <3
Mud. Glorious mud! Torasin curled his lips as he carefully picked his way through the dark forest, green eyes warily looking around him as Kiba patrolled the skies on brown leathery wings. Bits of snow fell from the grey abyss above as clouds began to roll in from the north, engulfing anything and everything in chilling cold as it did so. The time was around midday, though Torasin thought it was hard to tell, considering how dark the forest was. The golden stallion had set out from the Worlds Edge with the intention of visiting the Threshold, but his troubled thoughts had turned him further south and into this dark, dank forest. A place where the Qian was first formed and he had proudly watched Mirage lay the foundations for them to claim a home of their own. Torasin had never liked the Dark Forest, though it was more for the way the trees moaned and how the wind whispered death, his creamy tail was frigid and his ears uncharacteristically to the side. He had hoped that by coming here, walking through memories, that he might be able to finally put his mind at rest.
So far, all he was feeling was a cold chill.
He mourned still for the loss of Brooke. He mourned that he hadn't been the father to his two sons like he should've been and that this constant torment of the mind was causing him to be a bad father to his daughters as well. He worried that his cursed life would take Solstice away, the image of her cold and lifeless made him shudder and he valiantly tried to shake the thought from his mind. He knew Solstice was strong, she had not the venomous tongue of Brooke, but she was strong in her own way. A way that Torasin admired and he admired her further for the love she gave her children everyday. He was happy that Sakura and Takura had a mother like Solstice. Yet, Torasin felt his head dropping further and further as he slipped towards depression.
What was this darkness he felt?
Gilded legs fell to a halt and he frowned at the sticky ground below, an amulet of spark falling slightly forwards down his neck. Torasin knew what this darkness was, it was the same darkness he had felt when his first lover died and it was filled with regret, anger and a painful feeling of loneliness. He had been brave, ignored the abyss that opened up before him and chosen to smile instead of cry. Only Mirage had ever seen through his golden facade for she too shared one similar in her shadows.
Time rolled on and his heart had been torn from his chest once again. This time, Torasin wasn't sure he could stand up and keep going, his gaze becoming intense as he almost wished the ground would open up and take him somewhere far away. Folds of pale mane falling over his weary, sad face as he stood a lone golden figure amongst the black depths of the deathly forest. Not even his chosen art, healing, could save him. When before that had been his salvation, the Moon Doctor couldn't find those same metaphorical ropes that had pulled him out of the darkness. Minutes ticked and a long, fed up sigh left his grey lips just as branches began to crack and a new weight appeared on his rump.
Kiba.
Torasin turned around and smiled wanly at his brown bonded, his eyes almost coming to tears at how grateful he was to have such a friend. He knew, that no words were needed between them, Kiba understood and he sat close to his friend in a black time.
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[P] A million pieces of me, on the floor
