Nahawi

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stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | of the lagoon

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH.

Sitting there with the tears running down his cheeks had Nahawi feeling miserable. He had done something horrible and yet the mare before him did not raise a hoof towards him. He deserved whatever would be handed to him and he knew he would take it with every ounce of anger that one gave him. His body was already injured, but he would survive as best as possible no matter what wounds came to his red pelt and he would let the scars heal as long as possible, letting them fester and grow infected just to remind himself that he had been a horrible horse and he did not deserve this mares kindness.


As she spoke though, his sticky face lifted as the tears tried to dry around the edges of their tracks, his face obviously splotchy under his fur but not visible. The sorrow in him was shown for sure though as he slowly moved, his haunches finally becoming to stiff sitting down. He gave a pained grunt, but when he got his hooves under him, Nahawi stood to his height with his head lowered. His back leg rested on the ground with no weight on it, but the aching pain that came with getting up had him gritting his teeth and trying his best not to curse in front of a lady. Her words had done something, just the mention of talking to Tyr being right solidifying trust in Rehoboam in that moment.


“Rehoboam was right.” Nahawi softly spoke, not wanting to take credit when it was not due. He had not been here really to talk to Tyr when he first arrived. He had wanted to draw blood, but instead he had just caused himself pain and misery while giving a good mare a large set of bruises. She would heal, but he knew with her age and how protective he could bet Tyr was that he would be feeling his own bruises a lot harder once Tyr saw the state in which his Queen was in. No, Nahawi was not proud of himself, but he was most certainly thankful in that moment as he listened to her some more.


Licking his lips, the red dun softly shook his body and winced when he jarred his leg, but he did not let out a single sound as the dirt and leaves fell from his body and slowly hit the ground almost silently. The faint rustle of leaves let him know he had been filthy, but he did not take his gaze away from the mare to stare at his own mess. As he listened though, the stallion tilted his head faintly and gave a shake of his head, a sad smile lining his lips.


“I am a sorry excuse though Oswin. I have failed where others had the knowledge and strength to go forward. You guys might of had it blow up in your faces then, but right now I am having my nose drug through the mud so hard trying to fight others on it that I cant see straight.” At least Oswin had Tyr… They had someone to lean on during that time and right now Nahawi had no one. He was alone in this fight and he dared not bring in someone to love after everything blew up in his own face with his daughter. Bacardi did not want him meeting the girl ever again until she was an adult, the Lagoon was a bunch of rabbit racoons, and he was a voiceless, injured, weasel that wanted change that would never come his way.


Letting out a breath, the stallion gave a faint nod then. “Would you be willing to take me to Tyr? He will see your injuries and I will probably get a good beating, but I will take anything and everything that gives me what I need to give my home a better chance.” There was honesty in his words, his face, and most importantly his eyes. Every emotion showed clear in his eyes, but the one right now was hope. He might get hurt again for sure, but the hope in his heart to fix his home was far stronger than the fear of getting some ribs broken.