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Falls

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I am the nightmare that became reality

Ruger

stallion | 15.3hh | EE aa TT | son of the wolf




It was a sleepless night for the stallion; one of many. It caused him to be restless and to wander even when he shouldn’t be. A night such as this was a repeat, though thankfully not as often as it had once been. Memories plagued him; both good and bad, the good leading his hooves to march a certain path. From the meadow to the falls he trekked, the invisible path he once followed now a visible one from the many times his hooves had marked this trail. It was only as the barrier of trees parted to give view to the rumbling, falling water that he stopped.


There….. standing at the misty pool cast in the moonlight was the one he had dreamed of. “Zimri?” Her name left his lips on a wobbly unbelieving tone. Stumbling out of the trees and closer to the mare, at first he didn’t notice the differences. “Zimri….?” He spoke up louder but then stopped. This dream…. It couldn’t be true. No… Ruger shook his head, squeezing closed his lupine gaze in disbelief. When he opened them again, looking to the mare, he immediately saw everything he had missed. This mare was a bit taller and much more thickly built than the lean running frame of his love. The only thing they had shared was the blue of their coat. How could he have been so stupid?


“Sorry to disturb you, I had mistaken you for another.” Ruger apologized, taking a few steps back as he turned his head away. “Have a good night, miss.” The stallion added before he turned away to leave.
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