The true reality of what Ruger had done did not fully sink in with the stallion yet. He only knew that he needed to leave, to abandoned this place and never return. He galloped through the murky muddy terrain with a reckless speed, his soul focus to cross the border, until he caught wind of her scent. His body shifted, sinking his hind hooves into the mud as he came to a sliding stop. The soft smell of her perfume was like a breath of fresh air among the rank smell of stallion, but he couldn’t be the only one to catch such a smell.


Changing course, Ruger pushed himself harder to reach her than he had done for his own freedom. Mud coated his legs, his chest and belly, covering the blood that had coated him there as he raced for his light. When he finally spotted her, he let out a call, only pulling up as he reached her. “You cannot be here!” he said, voice frantic matched by the expression of fear on his blood streaked face. “We must go, now! Hurry!” he exclaimed, giving a toss of his head and a pin of his ears, pushing forward now to try and make her run back the way she had come.


Ruger did not quit until he had the blue roan mare on the run, his stride keeping him at her flank. As they ran, he never stopped glancing behind him.


Ooc; reply with a post in the Falls or Prairie? .