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04-05-2013, 12:28 PM
Cythraul woke in that moment, the unicorn stallion starting and rising to his hooves in a fluid movement. His silky black mane cascaded down his neck, his dark eyes looking at them, shadows of intense pain dancing in the back of them. "Are the two of you all right?" He asked softly, suddenly unsure of himself.
The blood bay stallion moved a bit closer to the two and stopped, legs shaking visibly. He shut his eyes and let out a soft sound of distress, trying to keep his pain and his panic under wraps. The nightmare had come again, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand seeing her death scene over and over. He'd end up going mad, he knew he would.
The three horns spiraling from his head hadn't done anything to save her, and he blamed himself for her death more and more with each passing day. He would have gone to her grave, if not for the fact that he did not wish to have them see him lose control of himself if they followed. His dark eyes examined the two horses before him, and he found his pounding heart easing its frantic beat.
"I will leave you, friends, but may we see each other again. I'd miss you both far too much if we did not." Looking at the moon above, he let out a shuddering sigh. His gaze returned to the two of them, and he murmured just loud enough for them to hear, "I must go to her resting place this night, as I do every full moon. I must grieve her and my unborn foal." His tone was colored with sorrow and his eyes barely concealed his anguish.
"May our paths cross again, friends." He whispered, moving past the two and jumping the stream. He trotted toward the woods, pausing and looking back at them. He smiled gently, truly happy that they'd bonded while he was sleeping. The signs were quite obvious, really. His dark eyes again found the moon, and his heart squeezed painfully.
The blood bay stallion moved a bit closer to the two and stopped, legs shaking visibly. He shut his eyes and let out a soft sound of distress, trying to keep his pain and his panic under wraps. The nightmare had come again, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand seeing her death scene over and over. He'd end up going mad, he knew he would.
The three horns spiraling from his head hadn't done anything to save her, and he blamed himself for her death more and more with each passing day. He would have gone to her grave, if not for the fact that he did not wish to have them see him lose control of himself if they followed. His dark eyes examined the two horses before him, and he found his pounding heart easing its frantic beat.
"I will leave you, friends, but may we see each other again. I'd miss you both far too much if we did not." Looking at the moon above, he let out a shuddering sigh. His gaze returned to the two of them, and he murmured just loud enough for them to hear, "I must go to her resting place this night, as I do every full moon. I must grieve her and my unborn foal." His tone was colored with sorrow and his eyes barely concealed his anguish.
"May our paths cross again, friends." He whispered, moving past the two and jumping the stream. He trotted toward the woods, pausing and looking back at them. He smiled gently, truly happy that they'd bonded while he was sleeping. The signs were quite obvious, really. His dark eyes again found the moon, and his heart squeezed painfully.
