Common

Nahawi

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stallion | 16.2hhs | red dun | Emperor of the Shore

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH..

He was kind and he was calm. The red dun was curious about this stallion that was obviously in some form of distress, but it was all wiped away when Marceline came up as well. The red duns ears faintly tilted back and he held himself at a bit more of a sturdy posture. Nahawi had never interacted with this mare other than to offer himself in the place of a few of his ex-brothers and her reaction at that time left one lasting scar.


Hearing the stallion speak though, Nahawi turned back to face him for a second as the words slipped out into the air and then silence and so one and so forth as if a washer was drying but failing to ring the last bit of water out of some laundry. It had his already self bothered mind trembling just a fraction of a breath before his eyes rolled and he turned away from them. He would have stuck to speak with this stallion a bit, but his asking for a kiss from Marceline sent an itch of the ick down his spine. Nahawi would rather go share a bed with Garmr than ever hear someone ask for a kiss from a peak mare.


“Well, you two enjoy your kisses.” Was his reply, his tail flicking for a moment before he moved off. With the stallion obviously knowing Marceline, he figured she could be there for him instead of himself. He was not going to stick around for that, much less anything else that could come from whatever he had just barely witnessed. Feeling his lips wrinkle as he vanished into the crossing, Nahawi muttered under his breath with a tremble. Why anyone would want to play with a peak mare was beyond his imagination. Then again… Nahawi did not hate all of the mares up there, he just held a strong dislike for most of them other than Ararat and Khar’ Pern.