everything i can't remember, as fucked up as it all may seem.

its been awhile

It's been a few months now since he's seen Nym, even longer since he's encountered his father. The last sites of him, Mirage, Kiba and Nym all together discussing the passing of his mother. A visual image of her body burned into his mind forever, to see the bodily fluids fall from Brooke's mouth to the ground long after she was gone. Abel only hope his mother did not suffer and went quickly. It was only a matter of time before something tragic happened to her. The mare that caused devastation and heartbreak to his father who finally gave up. He understood now why his father just let go... there are days when he thinks if a mare would have done the same to him he would have followed in his fathers footsteps. Though Abel wishes he could have known how it would have been to see his two parents so happy and together.

Even with the partial memories of being so young and clung to his mothers side, the very few picture like images that spin through his mind in dreams, a dark night as Mirage appeared to the birth. Abel's tiny tail swishing behind him as he fumbled around beside Torasin. Atleast one of his parents was still alive. Or he hoped so.

Worlds Edge, the last place he knew his father called home, was less than a mile away. Ears forward and green eyes intent on watching as he walked through the Meadow. There were trees around, many. Leaves that fell from the tops, sinking into the earth as they are devoured by mud or crumbled by species of all sorts. A cool breeze swaying through the branches as the sun paints the horizon to the right, giving a beautiful vibrant array of orange pink and reds. Saying goodbye to the day and welcoming night as the moon casts above him. Becoming visible the longer he stands there. Curling his lips and leaning from side to side over a period of an hour. Countless times wondering what it would be like to understand the feeling of not being lonely. Having a companion, friend, someone to stand (maybe not beside him) but merely feet away. Hidden in the canopy of a home. Knowing that he is not on his own. Perhaps the time had come to stop wondering about and socialize. Though being alone gave him time to sort through his mind and file away events. Study the act of others from afar without interacting and getting involved. To watch others catch themselves in lies and get twisted with stories and bring themselves to the stress of knowledge. It was so much easier from afar. To watch it unfold like a movie, seeing but not feeling. Understanding without being tangled in the mess.

Sometimes it was boring, growing old and rather frustrating to be standing there without a thing to do. A mild life, few amusements or fiery passions. Just the sight of his brother for the main parts of his life and now without him it was even more the difficult.

Hefty legs began to move forward. Pushing over the Meadow in a slow daunting motion. Muscles that have yet to grow full and strong slung over the body of a young soul, glared in the moonlight. The silver tovero draft making his way to Torasin's home. Mirage's band, the Qian, harboring his heart and loyalty. Something Abel set out to put his own heart and loyalty into. Despite his deepest darkest thoughts, despite the hints of racism that leaked behind his tongue, each and every dark attribute to him was only put behind a wall of shame. Never leaking beyond the cracks, never spilling or finding its way to the world. Slowly fading into the abyss of nothing. Disappearing from his personality as he grows older and wiser. Still young none the less but knowledgeable. Disagreeing with the hatred that burned in Brooke's soul. Abel would grow to friend the others with wings and bones upon their head. They are nothing different.
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The walk was long it seemed, a chill whispering in the wind, and boredom rolling across his gentle features. Frustration and tired attributes held back with a stern wall of calm hope. As larger feet walked patiently across the border with formality. A painted figure in the distance making his way to the heart of the Edge. Slinking through with one cause. It was night yes but surely Torasin was awake, wondering across the border as Abel silently envisioned the two's next meeting. Hoping for a joyous and content welcoming.

everything i can't remember, as fucked up as it all may seem.

its been awhile

Despite the wind that rustled few leaves and the scents close by, Abel was alone. Alone in thought. Drifted apart from the world to a whole new globe. Troubled by strange and deep thoughts. Images unfolding in his eyes, sickness twisting his stomach, tightening his throat. Brooke's body so strangely mangled in the Earth. Flopped upon the ground without care, as if when she fell, she fell without grace. Died without dignity or care. As if she had passed on without a fight. Perhaps it was suicide or murder.
'Was she stalked, assassinated, or willingly passed on?' his words did not come as more than thoughts, echoing, repeating themselves.

Gigantic hooves stopped at the sound of wings, small wings but bigger than a bird. Eyes refocused to the dark. Panic seeping into his heart as the glimpse of a dragon come towards him but the sound it made was so comforting in an odd way it was instant he recognized Kiba. Talons grabbing at his thick long growing mane, wavy pieces of white slipping through the knives gently. Abel nickered warmly towards Kiba. Watching as he disappeared into the night, surely to find Torasin.
The paint stood warmly in his spot, making it clear with his relaxed muscles he would not be making a move for some time. It seemed that within the passing minutes, hours went by. Heart galloping, racing as if he was running in the wind, tail flowing behind him. Torasin's face come from around a tree and the closer he came the shorter Abel's breaths got. Even in the moonlight, the sight of his father after not seeing Nym in so long, made his heart sink and eyes grow wide with shame and despair. Nym was alone out there, somewhere. More than likely sulking behind a tree without his brother... his chestnut brother was troubled within the mind just like their father.

"Doing well, father." he paused briefly waiting for Torasin to finish, watching as the exact same green eyes looked behind him. "We've drifted apart, though I'm sure he is not troubled." A reassuring smile parting pink and white lips. Abel's father coming closer, steps decreasing the small distance between them, a yellowed nose reaching out to bump Abel's. The growing stallion stretched his neck towards his father, giving a gentle nudge back, meeting halfway. Green eyes swallowing the odd shape of a scar in the light. An unfamiliar scar upon his fathers hide. "You have been branded by a scar?" ears slightly sliding backwards as eyes fill with an almost sorrow but more fury that he was not there to stand by his father in pain, or to serve his father with help "Have you been alright?!" tones more frightful and concerned than the planned calm and collected questioning voice the painted had wished he could hold together.