▻ fourteen years - 15.2 hh - arabian mutt - dominant black - Lagoon ◅
Gael was tired of everything.
He was tired of wandering from isle to isle, hoping beyond hope to find her. He was tired of looking over his shoulder for the children he knew grew bitter over their misbegotten father. He was tired of carrying around all this guilt and pain and sorrow inside himself一
Over and over it blossomed inside him. In full bloom it could cripple the black stallion, bringing him down to his knees. He would wait for it to wither and, for a time, he could breathe again. This cycle had been his for too long now but it was what he knew, like falling into the embrace of some predatory thing. Gael spent most of his nights awake, drawing down the long hours of moonlight trying to untangled his thoughts一trying to see what sense he could make of it all.
Sometimes their faces swam before him. Like ghosts in the dark. The stallion would close his eyes and still there they would sit. Their eyes blazing, their mouths full of terrible truths. His mind became a confessional and Gael, well, he would whisper into the night all his sins. List every horrendous thing he had done and planned to do and he hated himself.
When he hears the mare scream, his head lifts. Dark ears swivel, listening, he waits silently for a few minutes. He breathes in the musky air. Gael moves in the general direction, his pace is little more than a brisk walk, his neck handsomely arched一even though even he would admit it was thin and looked breakable. Crossing through the bracken, he comes up on the mare and now another stallion. He stops a bit away from them, breathing in their scent, holding it inside his lungs.
“Alors,” his voice carries, his accent thick like cream. “ Did he cause you to scream like that?”
Gael came to stand near them, he looked both the stallion and mare over. He would not be brutish, it was not in his nature. “Petite ombre, are you hurt badly?” He motions towards the branch with strands of her mane still caught in it. “Alors, mon cher, what has frightened you so?”
His dark eyes look to the other stallion, trying to puzzle it all together.
Gael