Tithe continued to stretch his neck out as far as he could under his mother’s protective body. Young and intuitive, he felt a bone deep desire to help, to make whatever was wrong right again. He had no idea that he could not.

Wiser than her son, Amaranthe looked over the group that had gathered in sadness over the loss of a life. Her loyalty was to the stallion who led the Bay, but she was also aware there were battles that could not be fought with tooth and hoof. Dark eyes looked over the mare who had snapped her tail at them in a threat. Her own tail swished in indifference to the younger’s attitude towards them.

”Come with me.” She whispered to Tithe, quiet enough that they would not intrude further on the others.

The colt continued to strain against his mother’s strong restraint. “But… I want to help.”

”You can’t. Not in this.” Another shove and she took them out of earshot, but close enough for any help they would need, if in fact they would need support of whatever kind of herd Nephilim had began to create in the Bay. For a moment the colt hesitated, his soft and steady gaze on them all, trying desperately to learn what was going on. Silently, he hung his head and followed his mother.

AMARANTHE

MARE :: FRIESIAN :: 15.3hh :: BLACK