Meadow

Nahawi

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stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | of the lagoon

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH.

The soft feeling of an afternoon drizzle of rain had a red dun stallion standing in the open meadow. Red ears tucked tightly against the stallion's head, blue eyes holding a bit of unease. His wounds slowly bled, the fresh rain dragging at the infected wounds and letting the crimson liquid to flow from his sides. The gentle rain had Nahawi faintly tucking his head to his chest, no words escaping his lips as he trembled under the warm rain.


Infection coursed through the stallion's body, seeping into his mind and causing times of mental fog. He did not know where he was all the time, but right now he had full control of himself and stood still so that the fresh rain could course against his body. Mud, water, and debris of other kinds fell from his body, making little splashing and plopping sounds depending on what it was. The mud plopped, the water gently splashed, and the leaves fell like a ballerina jumping through the air. Everything had its own dance leaving his Lagoon encrusted body, but he could not even open his eyes to watch the muck dance free of his body.


Licking his sun burnt pink lips, the stallion shook his head as the rain coursed down his forehead and towards his closed eyes. The warm droplets were not really the reason he was bothered, but he could blame them as he let his body just shake as it needed. Nahawi needed medicine, a healer, and someone that would aid him from the state he was in. However, he would not draw attention to other islands just yet with the elections in the air. He would power through this, be strong for his brothers. He had heard them speaking, saw Garmr and the way he treated Nahawi. Right now, the red dun knew the only few horses on his side might not outweigh the others that followed Garmr.


Huffing out a shaky breath, Nahawi lifted his head from his chest finally and looked skyward. The ground below him was slowly turning into a puddle of gunk, but he did not stray from his position. He would wait for the rains to end before he left the comfort of the meadow, knowing that no one could scent him above the rain. It had been steady for a few hours now and his trail was working on being washed away. The islands were growing soaked in the rain, but he wondered if they were growing in unease just as he was. He was supposed to be showing why he should get Boss again this round… but he found himself fighting an infection that would not leave his body even though it had been going on well over a month.


Snorting, Nahawi cleared his nostrils of snot before slowly taking a couple steps forward and lowering his head, Nibbling at the water soaked grass, Nahawi coughed against the blade as he tried his best to pull in something to feed his lean frame. With the infection and amount of effort he had put forth to move over the islands, he was losing weight slowly. Right now he was ribby, but he had some muscle on his haunches and he did not look deathly. He did look lean, but he was still a powerhouse when he managed to keep his sanity like now. Infection or not, the stallion would fight if someone provoked him.