Nahawi

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stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | of the lagoon

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH.

Flicking his tail against his legs, Nahawi sighed and rolled his eyes. The beating he took from Oswin had cleared his mind, but the stallion needed it. His red body was battered and bruised, his ankle swollen, but he was content in the moment as he stood in the place of his home. It was dark and dreary for sure, but Nahawi was at home here for now. His daughter was safe, his brothers were off doing who knows what, and he currently did not have the strength to go stop them out on the islands. Instead, the red dun turned to face his home and lifted his nose, sniffing the air faintly to see if he could pull in scents of Rehoboam or any of the other mellow stallions.


Catching no scents, Nahawi slowly moved through the march and winced every time he placed his back leg in a puddle that was not the cleanest. He had an abscess forming from the sprain, his body unable to work it correctly and it was growing, coated in the mud of this place. His blue eyes were soft at the moment as well, showing he was fully back in the right headspace after he worked through the conflicting emotions of not knowing what he had done in Atlantis. He did not wish to know really and for now, that was what kept him at peace.


Humming a soft tune, Nahawi went a bit deeper into the Lagoon before lowering his head and began to graze on the marshy vegetation. He had to watch for snakes and other water living creatures, but at the moment his home was pure bliss. He was content, alone, and eating his fill. He might be alone now, but his ears flicked towards the south as he heard hooves sloshing through the water. Lifting his gaze, he turned while still chewing towards where he heard the sound and waited to see who would come out of the darkness.