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Posted on August 12, 2020 at 02:05:32 AM by CAIN
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He hated feeling like he was dropping all his burdens on Nasa. She didn't need to carry any of this. He only wanted her to understand and feel more involved with him and the herd. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like an outsider who didn't get to know things. This was something she should know. The black mare was a good listener and he could tell he had her full attention as he told her about the wolves and what happened. When she spoke, he smiled gently and nodded. "Yes, many have. The problem is that I've taken on the role as protector of this place and all within it. When someone falls, who else should I blame?" It was more a rhetorical question than anything but it was the same question he kept asking himself after it happened. He couldn't blame the wolves because they were acting on instinct and hunger. He couldn't blame Zubeia or Geneva cause they were in their herd lands where they should have been safe to give birth. It was only him to blame. As the arabian let her gaze wander, Cain looked down to collect his thoughts. There was still so much about Nasa he didn't know but he wanted to. Maybe over time he could get her to open up to him a little more. When she mentioned the Desert being familiar to her, he nodded. Yes, he did remember. Sadness swept into her eyes and his own gaze softened in response. She told him how she was born in the Desert, how she was prized. At first, he didn't understand the term, until she mentioned a master and a little girl. Instantly, his body stiffened, his skin shuddering at the recall of his own memories just thinking about humans. He recalled Nasa had hinted before that she knew something of them, but this was the first time he'd had to let her explain how involved she'd been with them. Now he knew her interaction was nothing like his own and it gave him more to think about. Maybe there was kindness, even in their world. He just never got to see it. Looking ahead, he kept one ear on Nasa as she kept speaking, still listening to the rest of his story even as his own thoughts were in turmoil over mixed memories of his own. The story was tainted with sadness and he felt relief to know she, at least, had survived the ship wreck, though he could see her heart ached for the little girl whose fate she didn't know. He let out a soft breath, his ears folding back in sympathy. "I'm sorry you don't know what happened to her. I can tell she meant a lot to you. If I had a way to get you answers, I would, but unfortunately I left that world behind and I don't intend to ever go back." He shuddered again before nodding to her own sympathetic words. "Thank you, Nasa. That means a lot. I will heal with time and I hope the same happens for you." He shook out his mane as he took another breath. "I'm glad you had a good experience with humans. My own was not so pleasurable." He was sure she'd seen the many scars that riddled his coat. Most of the fresh ones were obviously hoof marks and teeth marks from various spars and battles, but around those were other scars that feral horses wouldn't know what to make of. Cut marks and a brand burned onto his shoulder among various other things like rope burns on his pasterns and around his neck and face all laid bare the evidence of his own past. They had scarred his skin, but they never broke his spirit, and he saw that as an accomplishment, even now. Cain_stallion_6yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert Father to: Akello(xVihaan), photo by JNix@Shutterstock |
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