Falls

Home, did he even know where that was anymore? Bacardi stood alone, the roaring of the water filling his black trimmed ears. He stood at the pool of water below the falls, the falling water’s spray dampening his hide. He felt lost, both mentally and physically, but in truth he was afraid to be found. Life had been so simple before, easy, and fun despite the worry that he had carried for his mother. Replaced with he heaviness of grief, Bacardi felt like his hooves were too heavy some days to even move.


Lifting his head, his golden eyes peered up along the Falls and to the mountain above. The Peak was still his home, where his only true family was. It had crossed his mind more than once to go and find his Father, and he had wanted to ask Clarity to go with him since she had already met the stallion before, but her growing family had kept his mouth shut. Bacardi could not bother his painted sister with such nonsense. Knowing Ruger would not change anything, and he was plenty old enough to go and find the stallion on his own.


Again, Bacardi didn’t know what to do.


With a heavy sigh, he dropped his head to stare down at his reflection. His face no longer looked the same. Though his eyes were still bright gold, the lupine color his family was known for, the lines of his face had hardened. Worry had sat there for so long, that this new look nearly made his unrecognizable. His mane was matted and clumped on both sides of his neck where it parted midways, his hide ruffled and in spots covered in mud. His tail was no better, and it mad a feeling of anger swell up in him. But just as it rose, it fell, and Bacardi realized he just did not care. The last time he had cared, was when he stood upon the shores of Paradise.

two years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the peak.

"...speech"