The night was still this time when N.asa had ventured to the Falls again. The Desert where she had called home for what seemed like forever now had become baren lately. Cain had withdrew in himself from his losses. She didn't blame him, she kept her own loss buried inside. Her deep ebony coat shines as she reaches the Falls. She gazes into the crystal blue waters, seeing a reflection of bright green eyes staring back at her. It's Winter now and unlike the Desert, the Falls feel much more frigid. Her winter coat had barely begun to form over her body and the swim had been bone-chilling. Still, she felt called her. The serenity. The waterfall that fed into the pooling water was rhythmic as it fell. The calming sounds however were abruptly ended as her ears flicked to the thrashing of brush. Her hindquarters coil as she spins to face what may have followed her from the Forest.
And then she sees him.
Warm air billows from his nares as his chest heaves in and out. He limps to the Fall waters and the moon reveals his self inflicted wounds. She gazes at him with alarmed eyes. She peers carefully. She's met this stallion before. Here, at these very Falls. She paws the muddy earth and wickers softly. "You are hurt," she murmurs. Her muscles relax as she approaches him. He never offered his name. She didn't offer hers. They were strangers, but she felt a pull to him. It was primative but it was there. The rust scent of blood stung her nostrils as dipped her muzzle into the cool Fall waters. Gently, she pressed her maw to his side, something she never would have done before. His coat was sticky from the blood. She returned her emerald eyes to his, her features blank. Her tail flicks against her haunches as she stretches her muzzle to his breathing softly. "Why are you so unkind to yourself?" Her whisper barely audible as she pulls her head back. |