Hearing the news of Marceline's passing saddened him. He heard the whispers of the herd speaking her name and it confirmed his fears when he couldn't find her. The two of them had not talked in some time, but Marceline was one of the few horses he respected. She had been a great leader with many coming to her aid. The loss of the mare was great, but life goes on. The only thing he had left in the Hills was Ra. He was curious if his half-brother stayed with the news if the Queen's death or if he was off to find his next Queen.
Perhaps he would stay to show his loyalty to the crowned Prince in return for his position of power returned. Lanky legs stride across the sand like a quickly moving shadow chasing the sun. He stop else to talk to no one as he passes members of the herd by, but only takes note of who still lingers. None of it mattered. To him, he only cares about the knowledge of knowing who was here. He cared not to make any bonds with them only to learn their secrets. Gul continues across the Hills until something new catches his attention. A mare stands with a newborn foal at her side.
Gul had a knack for never forgetting a face. He nickers softly to the pair before coming closer. There was no sense of danger as he felt the bond he once shared with the young mare. It didnt exactly occur to him that she might not remember him after all this time. "Warduna." He says matter of fact like. It was almost as if he was challenging the new mother to recall his own name. It helped that Gul knew very little horses on the islands. His mind was not muddied with the many faces of the other lands, but only of those he has come across on Salem.
Gul remains the shadow of the Desert even as the new Prince rises to power. The dark stallion continues to stare at Wardunna as he smiles with reminiscence his childhood. When the world was simple and others wanted to be his friend willingly. Now they find him odd.
mutt - 15.2hh - gray - child of dreadstag & brunhild – homeless
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