BOY WITH A BROKEN SOUL
HEART WITH A GAPING HOLE
It was not often that Kvasir left the Savanna. The home he had inherited from his friend was offered freely to those in need, but he had not returned to the main island in the last several months. Kvasir had to admit that the fact was dwelling heavily on his mind and he was unsure why it was that he had stayed away for so long. Was he afraid a rogue would show up in his absence to corral the mares? Rohan was there, he supposed. The colt was distant, rarely coming near the herd, even when grazing in the evening. But he had been lonely and cold when Kvasir had found him. There was a sadness in the boy's eyes that alarmed Kvasir. It was not only women and children who could find safety in the pale swaying grass of the Savanna.
He would not even be a protector if a friend had not done the same for him.
In truth, Kvasir feared the mainland because he was afraid he would find his friend. He knew he would not have run off for no reason. Instead he was afraid he would find his pale corpse bloated and bloody on the beach. The scars that crept across Bone's body did not leave much of his personality to imagination. He was notoriously difficult at times, and whatever trauma troubled him had given Kvasir pause during the conversations.
The painted stallion had been so engrossed in his own thoughts he had not even realized he'd pulled himself up onto the shores of the mainland some time ago. He stopped, raising his dark eyes to the sky. The grasses were bathed in ethereal moon-glow and he blinked softly, matching the gently twinkling stars.
It was peaceful here, at least right now. The sea-salt that clung to his coat was almost fully dried as he moved deeper into the mainland. Many horses had already found spots to sleep for the night under the blanket of stars, and yet Kvasir found that he was not yet tired. His pale legs carried him slowly through the lush grasses. It was different than the Savanna, neither good nor bad; simply different.
In the light of the moon, Kvasir's gaze fell upon Callisto glowing as if crafted from the stars that soared above their heads. He gave a friendly whicker to announce his presence before he stopped a few paces away. "Good evening," his voice was slow, melodic, and his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. "I am Kvasir of the Savanna." He dipped his head, inclining his nose toward his white splattered chest.
KVASIR | 3 | 15.2 | SEAL BROWN SABINO | DROGON X SVENJA |
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