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Stolen from a dead man's heart Zharko


(Note: This post is set back in summer after Claymore ran off due to her mom and sister’s disappearance. Dargon if you wanted to respond with Zharko’s reply you can or we can just leave this alone.)

Without Zharko’s help Claymore would have never made it back home. She was far too weak from her sadness and the drastic swim she made to the main island. She was lucky to have run into someone who actually wanted to help her and not a stallion seeking to take advantage. Some one could have easily rounded her up for their own gain, but here Zharko was guiding her home. She could see Warsaw pacing the beach in the light drizzle that marks the end of the raging storm. Claymore presses into Zharko’s side as she finally feels the clumps of sand under her hooves.

She uses her new friend to keep upright as he guides her further inland. Finally, they were out of the water and Warsaw was rushing towards them. ”Where have you been?” He shouts at his daughter before turning angry eyes onto the stranger. ”No, please dad. This is Zharko and he is the reason I am able to return home.” Warsaw’s expression softens a bit with his gaze returning to his daughter. ”You had me so worried Claymore. You should have never left.” Warsaw had figured Claymore left in search of her mother and Neferyt. He knew she would never find them here again so he thought he might never see her again either.

Claymore presses her small nose to Zharko’s chest before standing on her own. She takes shaky steps towards her father as he steps forward to receive her. ”I’m so sorry.” Claymore sobs into his chest as Warsaw lips at her mane. Only when her sobs finally lesson does his focus set on Zharko. ”Thanks for bringing my little girl home safe. Zharko is it? I am Warsaw de Devil’s Retribution leader of this Inlet.” He thinks for a moment before saying anything more. ”I am actually looking for a second stallion to help alleviate some of my duties around here, but I can’t appoint just anyone.” He watches the stallion curiously.

”Do you have a home Zharko? Any stallion that is kind enough to bring home my kin unharmed is worthy to stand beside me.” He offers the position to the young stranger, seeing how Claymore watches them with interest.

CLAYMORE
female - yearling - mustang mutt - 15 hands - grey - warsaw x neon - inlet
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