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03-29-2013, 09:49 PM
A change had come over the chestnut since losing Alvilda. He rarely spoke to anyone. He had been eating less, and it was showing in his lusterless coat and dull eyes. The only thing able to elicit a response from him most of the time was his daughter. He was her stalwart protector, only grudgingly letting her go off on her own, always waiting frantically for her return. He made sure she was able to get her meals from Cosette, sometimes forsaking his own welfare to ensure the mare had access to the tastiest, nutritious pickings whenever they grazed. Perhaps it was done out of gratitude. Perhaps it was done out of apology. Either way, he wasn't the horse he used to be.
A distant call dragged him from his stupor, and he drew his eyes away from the ocean. He had taken to simply standing on the beach, staring out at the waves. What went on behind his eyes was known only to him. Was the soul of his mate out there, somewhere? Soaring above the ocean of a different world? Was there even a life after death? With a sigh, he turned and began cantering down the beach.
He approached opposite from Amara. Vicer avoided the sight of his mate's body like the plague. The few times he had to draw near, it was all he could do not to scream at the night. The emotional wounds were still fresh, and seeing her decomposing corpse covered in seagulls would be like rubbing salt into them. Only the thought of his daughter alone prevented him from hurling himself into the waves to join her in death. Catching sight of his daughter, he trotted over and nuzzled her stubby mane, then turned to stand beside her. "Present and accounted for." he said to Corsair, giving him a nod.
A distant call dragged him from his stupor, and he drew his eyes away from the ocean. He had taken to simply standing on the beach, staring out at the waves. What went on behind his eyes was known only to him. Was the soul of his mate out there, somewhere? Soaring above the ocean of a different world? Was there even a life after death? With a sigh, he turned and began cantering down the beach.
He approached opposite from Amara. Vicer avoided the sight of his mate's body like the plague. The few times he had to draw near, it was all he could do not to scream at the night. The emotional wounds were still fresh, and seeing her decomposing corpse covered in seagulls would be like rubbing salt into them. Only the thought of his daughter alone prevented him from hurling himself into the waves to join her in death. Catching sight of his daughter, he trotted over and nuzzled her stubby mane, then turned to stand beside her. "Present and accounted for." he said to Corsair, giving him a nod.
