The war had been long and ardourous for them all. He was nearly two years old and the fights he saw had been so hard to watch but he watched and stayed by his twin younger siblings. His mother faught a stallion claiming to be Nag and Bella father. He knew what had happened last fall and knew that that was a very much a possibility.
He left the forest in the middle of the night and swam for the crossing isles. He pulls himself up on shore shaking himself off and then freezes when he realizes he right next to another horse looking out over the ocean. Curse the darkness. Oh shit, sorry, um Hi. I'm Blackouthe says his ears forward as he holds off shaking himself out as he doesn't want to get her wet. |