Shame suffused his entire being, dogging every single step he took across this godforsaken territory. It radiated from him in every breath he took, and yet still, he continued to keep drawing breath despite wanting to melt beneath the sands the bones of his enemy lay upon. Seeing the mares that had chosen to follow him despite everything only made the shame intensify, knowing that they had (and continued to) lay their trust in a broken man who could not manage the simple basics of providing for them made it hard to keep looking forward toward the future.
He struggled hard against the pull of oblivion, seeking solitude as often as he could. He had hoped that his herd would find refuge in their neighbors, so that when the chill of winter once more swept over Tinuvel, they would not be subjected to it's brutality, but some of them remained too stubborn to part from him. Even broken and worthless as he was, some of them still saw something in him that he could not.
The lean tobiano - thinner and ribbier than before - paced the beaches of the Desert as he oft did in these wee hours of the night, dreaming of the days when he'd been something more, something better, than he was now.
OOC: No replies needed and I can make no promises that I will have time/energy to respond, just needed to post him.
Stallion | Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano | 17 Hands | The Cove