Posted on August 22, 2018 at 03:59:06 PM by RUXIN
 And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. A dull ache came from his full belly, but Ruxin barely noticed it, given the more pressing pains that stemmed from everywhere else. He took the time to revel in the coolness of the water, watching the young stallion as he dropped his head to drink himself. Ruxin felt better, at least a little, and suddenly seemed more lively. He wasn't ready to stand of course, let alone do much else. But at least he could blink his eyes and stare squarely back at the stallion who'd helped him get here, and register his words with some clarity. The Ridge. Ruxin let his weary eyes wander around their immediate surroundings. The air felt crisp here, and cool. He could spy a few large boulders and elevated paths through the trees. "Is this another island?" He asked gruffly, his voice sounding less hoarse with every fresh sip of water he took. Ruxin had barely been a resident of the chain of islands before his sister died. He swam to the Crossing and then to Luthien. That was as far as his knowledge went. Ruxin blinked again, several times in quick succession as Roarke extended even more hospitality. The kindness of this stranger touched him, it enveloped him all of a sudden, and the stallion had to turn his head away when salty tears began to well in his eyes. It was only a few moments, and the painted stallion snorted quickly to get a hold of himself. He looked back to Roarke then and nodded his head solemnly. "Thanks." He muttered softly. His thoughts flitted to what the rest of the terrain looked like, at higher elevations. It would be a long time, if ever, before Ruxin could be sound and healthy make such a trek. "I didn't mean to wash up here." He blurted next, his sight line hovering at the calm waters. "I'm sorry I did." He tried not to think of Talya now, of that scene in the Forest playing over and over again in his mind. He tried not to think of Momma-Pappa, this confusing character that drew anger and aggression from Ruxin now. He tried not to think of the yellow mare either, the one that still struck fear in his heart when he sees her. They were all gone now, as far as Ruxin was concerned. Talya was dead. It was better if the yellow mare thought he was dead, too. And soon enough, Ruxin planned to be. Chestnut Overo | Stallion | Evaline X Psychedelic | 14.3 | Photo © Carina Mailwald |© Vinyl |
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