Nimbus was surprised when the speckled mare kept with her story. He genuinely thought that she was just trying to get on his nerves, but since she said that it was unimportant he let it slip from his mind. He had a bigger issue at the moment. One who stood eighteen hands high and battered Nimbus with his words. As blunt as they were they rang true. At least at the moment "coward" seemed to be the perfect word to describe Nimbus. Why did he lead his friend on like this? Was it for his daughter, or just because he didn't know what else to do? He wondered if he would always build himself up like this just to tear himself down again.
At the red roan's reference to the two mares who were in the sand. Nimbus's eyes began to wander in search of them. When he found them he cursed himself for how right Amour was. Amour was not only right in a correct fashion, but in a just one too. His new mare seemed to despise this argument, this fight, with a passion; she wanted it over. Nimbus would not forgive himself for tearing her away from a lovely time in the waves for this. Kahawa hid behind the tree as Amour had said. She was terrified. Amour was so selfless; he cared little for himself and never wanted to hurt anyone. It seemed so unnatural, but it was what he respected him for.
The red roan stallion rose into the air and eclipsed the sun. He slammed into the ground with such force it startled Nimbus. He did not flinch, though; he met Amour's gaze masking his pain by shooting fire from his eyes and clenching his jaw. His friend turned away from him and made his way towards the sea. Nimbus no longer had the breath nor the strength to protest. Whether he wanted them to or not words would not come out of his lungs. He just watched as the light brown stallion became smaller and smaller in the distance until his body hit the water just becoming a blotch in the expanse of blue. He just watched as he saw a father abandon his daughter in a wasteland inhabited by a sociopath.
Nimbus was exhausted. He began to collapse after the way he had inflated himself for Amour. Now was not the time to let himself rest. There were still two mares who needed an explanation. With a hollow voice he called out to the two who remained with him. "I believe introductions are in order." How cold he must sound, brushing aside the embarking of a father and a friend, but he could not care less about how he sounded. He just wanted to complete what needed to be and be alone.
Clydesdale mutt | stallion | 17.1hh | blue roan sabino | 5 years