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01-19-2014, 10:45 PM
 He felt her muscles jerk and tense as his muzzle ran over the scarred portion of her back and he pulled away, his eyes lingering on the scarred flesh. Naturally he wondered how she had managed to get the scars across her back. Had it been another horse that had done it to her? A predator? It was hard to not voice his questions and concerns about it because he knew he wouldn't get a good answer for quite some time. It was the hardest part about knowing that she couldn't speak, he thought. There were so many questions that ran rampant in his mind, so much he wanted to know about the mare that was glued to his side. He could get answers, but not without playing charades and trying to guess what she was trying to say. It was an endless circle, tiring and exhausting. "Sorry." He murmured as he lifted his head and looked around the room once more. Movement from Rasta drew his gaze back down to her and he watched her as she patted her muzzle against the moss, silently asking him to lay with her. He remembered laying next to her in the forest, both of them soaking wet and cold from an impromptu dip in the pool with the red rocks. He had stayed awake most of that night watching for predators that might to try to take advantage of their vulnerable state. He also remembered when he would curl his body around Lakota's when she was a foal and comfort her. He sighed quietly as he thought of her and the distance that had managed to wedge itself between them. The shifting of Rasta's body broke Alleo from his musing and he cleared his throat quietly before lowering himself to the moss covered floor, his back to the wall and so he could face the entrance of the cave. The stallion craned his neck over the small mare and gently pulled her closer to his side. His head lifted again and he sighed once more, ears tilting forward as the sound of hoof beats grew close then faded away as some unknown stranger walked past the room he and Rasta were nestled in. "Good." He thought as he allowed his head to rest against Rasta's neck, though he didn't quite know why or understand why he would be happy that whoever it was continued on. "." |
