The mare felt safe underneath his wing, for she wasn't lying when she said open spaces made her on edge. There were no more horses in the field, and she could feel her back tense, waiting for some impending doom. Instead she found the strange feathery texture of his wings, which was pleasant. As she was guided along the path of generations of stamped hooves, she let herself lean a little more into the stallion. Normally she would have pulled away, claiming she could lead herself, but she was just too tired. Not physically, but with everything. The 10 short years of her life seemed like eternity, and she coulf finally just relax, settle. Even as she thought these things, she felt selfish, for she stood next to an immortal, who was she to complain about her short lived life?
When they finally reached their destination, she caught her breath, for the lake, reflecting the moon, seemed ever so beautiful. When she heard the question of Morbid Angel, she could barely contain a light laugh. "It's wonderful." She said with a smile. The stallion seemed like a shadow in the night with his dark color, but the moon reflecting off the lake illuminated his shadow. "I'm tired." She lied, but Armastus needed some time of silence. "Let's find a place to rest." |
