An frigid ocean breeze ripples his dark mess of mane, it pulls it off of his fuzzy neck. Soon enough winter would come down on them with all of its furiosty. He could feel the unrest with each passing day. Tinuvel was an unforgiving frozen land, some would call it a wasteland, but they did not know it like he did. They did not know the breathtaking views from the high meadows or the thick dark pine forests that offered safety; sometimes even warmth. He preferred others to stay away from the Inlet, it made his job easier, but there were those who had not got the message. Dexter, had been one of them. He had shattered the facade that Dögun had put up around him.
The sooty grulla had came into the Inlet, for her, the chestnut mare who now stood in front of him. He had wanted her, then what? From the few things he had heard, he had abandoned her. Now, her words proved that he had left. So where did that leave Macabre? Alone. He could not blame her, fate had dealt both of them a bad hand. He could not help but feel a bit of happiness in her news. ”I have heard a few rumors.”
His deep voice fills the void between them, one that now seemed deeper then it ever had been. He heaves a heavy sigh, a puff of steam rolls out of his opened dark lips. He settles his dark eyes on her, he begins to shift his weight from hoof to hoof. How had things ended up like this? Her next words take him by surprise, she offers an apology. His ears swivel forward, her words almost inaudible. He takes a few cautious steps forward.
As the gap closes between them, he stops within a few feet. His voice low, too. ”I am sorry too Macabre.” Her name rolls easily off his tongue, he swallows. ”If my battle with Dexter would of went differently, you would of never had to leave. It is my fault.” He had offered his protection, and in the end, he had failed her. ”I am happy to hear that news.” He is torn.
- pony king of the inlet -