The black mare had seen the stir of dust in the air and the strong scent of stallion, and a strange feeling twisted in the pit of her stomach. Was Cain going to lose someone else again? Ears tilting back, the mare trotted in the direction such violent chaos had ensued, but the dark matter had passed in mere minutes and she could see her victorious stallion making his way to the oasis. Melisma let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, the tension visibly relaxing in her shoulders. It worried her, for him mentally and physically, if he had lost. But also for the poor soul that could have been taken. Thankfully, nothing so cruel had come to pass.
Walking along the same path Cain had taken, her smaller hooves sank into the much larger prints of her stallion. It made her smile, knowing that whatever child she carried had the possibility of being just like it’s sire. Melisma hoped that the child would carry his strength and confirmation over her own; her delicate legs more at danger than his thick appendages covered in protective feathers. Regardless, it made her feel giddy inside, thinking she was finally going to have her own child.
By time Melisma had reached Cain, a silly little smile tugged at her lips. Seeing him laying in the rust colored water did well to sober her up, dragging her smile down as her brows pulled into worried lines. “Are you alright?” She asked, not hesitating to wade off into the water to stand at his side. Lowering her head, she brushed her ebony kissers along the crest of his neck before dropping them down along his withers. The scent of blood made her cringe, and worry glimmered in her green gaze.
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