Gritting his teeth together as he pushed his aching muscles forward into a trot he kept pace with Parelia unsure of what would be in store for them when they arrived upon the Edge's borders. Would things turn out as his love said or would he be forced to leave? Guess they would have to wait and see. Trotting along he tried his best to keep his front leg from dragging too much as the pain continued to burn through his severed muscle and along the burn tracts. Maybe no one would notice the limp he thought trying to be hopeful so that he would not cause any worry to the lovely painted pegasus moving along so gracefully just up ahead of him. It was a long shot but you never knew there was always the thought.

Just a Parelia announced that they were close to the border of her homeland the scent of salt hit his nostrils and the swish of water could be heard in the distance. The land beside the sea, a rather large stretch from the sanctuary of the Falls but it had its own beauty as well. Gratefully slowing his pace he stopped alongside Parelia reaching his muzzle forward to touch her neck. "It will be good to see him again, I have missed you both." Her call was answered by a familiar one making his heart surge with joy and happiness as his son appeared before them. Wickering gently to his boy in greeting he waited with anticipation for him to approach not wanting to step over the border and cause any issues. A breath caught in his throat as Ilios stumbled sending him down into his right shoulder making the impact cloud his vision briefly as pain shot through his frame. Reaching out his head he tried to steady Ilios as he fell keeping in mind where his horn was at all times so not to accidently pierce anyone with it. Ignoring his own pain he shifted sideways to give Ilios room to get himself upright hoping that he was alright.

Lowering his head in concern he withheld his touch as he watched Parelia move in to poke at him with concern. Sighing in relief as the announcement came that all was well he finally felt the gentle warm of Kiara's mind against his again. Lifting his head in response his gaze fell to the striped feline slowly making her way towards them, a bemused expression on her face. Sauntering up casually she locked her blue orbs with his silver ones in a silent conversation before her eyes caught sight of the nasty wounds over his neck and shoulder that persisted to bleed.

Growling in displeasure she sat down in the grass flicking her tail in anger and annoyance. Why was her grey so careless? She was gone all of a day or so and this is what she comes back to! If the female was not going to do anything about it she sure as hell was going to before he died of infection that she could already smell from it. She would drag him down if she had to and lick it clean herself if there wasn't another option.


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