a window, an open tomb, your last breath's moving through you

She had only just arrived and already she'd brought death upon the doorstep of the stallion who had greeted her. In all reality, it was no way linked to the ebon mare who had yet to decide if she were to stay in the Desert. Now, there was nothing that could make her stay.

Baking in the heat of the wicked sun and the rays that bounced off the golden sand, Quin stood and watched the black shade move laboriously to his designated spot. She did not go to him, unaware of the turmoil of his condition, nor did she find it appropriate. She was a passing mare and she'd pledge to allegiance to him; she did not know him nor care for him in any way more than an acquaintance. So she stayed put, shifting only a few steps here and there to graze lazily at the scraggily brown foliage that lay bitter on her tongue. How could all these people stand it here?

When the tawny stud arrived and stood idle by the black shadow of Razavan saying nothing, Equinox somehow knew immediately what had happened under her watch. Death was not a thing of mystery to the still young mare, who had almost brought death to everyone she met. At least, that was the thought slowly becoming permanently ingrained in her personality. She ticked off each death, each one drawing the chisel down to strike one more mark into what was becoming her personal trademark.

Her father 'better be death' her mother's voice sneered in her mind, followed shortly by the last shrieking cry of her death, the echoes of the horrible horrible sound bouncing around in the caverns of her mind as they had in the actual algae slicked caverns of the place where she was conceived. And then Rodion.. who she knew so little of.. He had been there when she was birthed, had been the one she called 'daddy', because he was the first male her eyes fell on. Dead. Though the connection was very little and barely anything to bat an eye at, he was dead and she was in his care if only for a minuscule length of time. A mere blip in his legendary existence. And now, Razavan, yet another black stallion who had had the misfortune of meeting her.

Stiff legs brought her to the body. The body.

What was there to say?

Before anyone could say anything to her that could make her think twice about her decision, she turned to the sea and left the way she had come.