Nahawi

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stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | of the lagoon

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH.

The gentle ruffling shuffle of leaves against wood had the open expanse of land feeling easy. The humming of small critters talking amongst themselves and running around gave the air a sense of peace. Ears of red slowly flick forward as the soft sound of laughter filled their mind, the voice something he would never forget. Blue eyes gleamed with unshed tears as the red dun Lagoon stallion stood staring at the last place he held good memories of his child. He felt lost, something missing in his heart. His long tail slowly swayed against his hocks, but that gentle touch could not pull him from where he was lost in his own mind.


Heaving a sigh, Nahawi closed his blue eyes and swallowed back his tears before limping forward. His back leg was slowly getting better, but the gaping wound on his flanks was far worse. Puss oozed from the holes and dribbled down his red fur, but he did not stop moving. He was on a mission, but his fever filled mind could not understand where that mission was supposed to go. He had been to the Cove already and he had another destination on his mind, but his hooves slowly drug through the fever dream landscape before him and seemed to make him question just where he was.


Blinking cloudy eyes, the stallion looked out at what he thought was the Meadow. His hooves he swore were in the grasses of the open area, but when his body began to stumble, the stallion grew concerned when he felt soft sand hit against his side and his head slam down onto it. Nahawi swore he could smell the lush grasses of the open Meadow, but when he inhaled a breath from where he lay down, the stallion choked on sand. This was not the meadow, this was not where he was meant to be at all.


Shaking his head, the red dun tried his best to bring himself out of the mental fog, but instead he gave a pained cry when the sand dug itself farther into his wounds. His body was trembling in pain and he could not understand how, but his ears tucked tight to his head as he gritted his teeth, the grinding of sand against the white ivory of his teeth causing him to thrash. He wanted to stand, but as the ocean's water pulled at his body, the stallion grew too tired with his frantic jerking to move. Instead, his red body was blazing like a beacon under the summer sun as he passed out due to his pain, injuries, and the inability to rise from the ground.