You cut me off, I lost my track

It's not my fault, I'm a maniac

It's not funny anymore, no it's not

Words echoed through his thick skull, making his skin twitch. What direction did he have these days? He had been with his beloved, having a night of soltiude between the two of them, but that was it. He had talked to Res, the mare with the long name that he was almost too tired to think of how to even spell, and he had remembered her words echo through out his head since then.

"You will stand up. You will grow some balls. And you will work hard to get back in your brothers affection. Because no one, absolutely no one can say that they have never been loved and that they do not have someone who cares."

What was all of that supposed to mean? Well, he got the first two sentences, but how was he supposed to get back into Thor's life? It was hard enough that he had managed to piss off both him and Mirage, at the same time. But what else was he supposed to do? In those moments, he poured his heart out to him, and he had crush it beneath his hoof, like it was nothing. He was turning out to be nothing but a bitter soul to his only living family. But then again, they weren't family anymore.

Why was he so jealous? Amora was a wonderful mare, so sweet and loving, and how was it that he had gotten so angry at him for her death. For crying out loud, it wasn't his fault! He had never asked her or his real mother to die for him, and was that something to be jealous about? What if they both had perished? Then Thor would be alone. Only the Gods could know where Odin was, if he had even made it out alive. He wondered now if he could have. He didn't quite remember the way that Odin had ruled over the herd, whether it was once of peace and strength, or he was a tyrant just waiting for a coupe.

Either way, it was none of his business to remember the past. That's what he was told not to do, and that mare was right. He needed to focus on the now, on the future. But what did the future hold for a broken stallion? Angora was pregnant by now, but he didn't know that, and while she was taking care of Umbri, he went out for a flight. Sandman had disappeared, and it was since then that the foal was their to take care of. Perhaps his words had been harsh yes, but it wasn't everyday that a stallion whom was supposed to be your friend turned on you, especially with your mate. But beyond that, it hadn't turned out to be a bad experience. Umbri was a cute foal, he had to admit that, and he was in baby mode now. Being a parent was hard yeah, but it would be rewarding in the end.

He sunk down into the sand of the Endless Blue, the moon shining bright like a lighthouse, sending signals down to Earth. He wondered at that moment, was there such a thing as heaven? But his thoughts were interrupted, by more than one thing. In the moonlight, he could see a mare, and a thing beside her. Both were in the salty gift of life, it splashing around them and little beads falling off back into the main body. The light around them was like a halo, and it was almost too interesting to see. He couldn't ignore it, and it looked like the mare was trying to help whatever the creature was do something. A damsel in distress was a call he would always answer to, and he moved his black hooves lithely across the tan sand as she tended to the creature. I hear her speak as I get closer, and it know it is almost perfect timing as I walk up casually.

"Well perhaps I could help you miss? I'm big enough to push that creature back into the ocean."

I look at her, waiting for a response to see if she takes my proposition. Why wouldn't she? It's clear that she wants to help it back to where it belongs, and what better way to team work with dark and mysterious stranger?

@[Antheia]
@[NPC]

"Chat here."

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