Meadow

NAHAWI

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stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | of the lagoon

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH.

Smiling at the sun, Nahawi found himself back on the Crossing island after his rogue adventure to Atlantis. He would never speak of his deeds there, but he knew he had not been what he was supposed to be there and it left a darker mark on his already half ruined heart. The stallion did not have many memories of his time there, but he knew after being brought back to his senses by the Queen of the Ridge, he knew he needed to take time away from the tainted Lagoon and try to go back to what he was at his heart before everything became sour. That was why currently he was trotting through the Meadow with a limp in a hind leg and a few flowers coating his mane from when he had rolled earlier.


Chuckling, Nahawi wove through the open expanse of land before finally he stopped at a small stream with his head lowered. He began to quench his thirst in the creek, but after a few swallows he lifted his head and perked his ears hearing birds dance and sing in the trees beyond him. The red dun was happy to a point, not like he once was when roaming around. He had a more serious air about him these days, but he was still the tender hearted Boss of the Lagoon. He might have a few bumps and bruises and a darkness lining himself, but he was and forever will be the horse that tried to stay good in a place meant for the sick and twisted.


Watching the birds move around the forest brought a sense of tranquility over the red dun. He wanted to fly and play with the birds, but with his ankle flaring up faintly in pain, he knew it was not the wisest of decisions just yet. Instead though, Nahawi did look at the ground around him before finding small pebbles and flowers. He slowly pushed them around until he had a little pile of sorts stacked before him, almost like a hoard you would find in a dragon's lair. Smiling at his feet, the tender footed horse slowly bedded down by the pile but kept his head above the grasses to make sure no one snuck up on him. He would enjoy his rest, but in a way he did hope someone that would play came around and managed to keep his brain occupied enough to play with his bump leg.