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Nahawi

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

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH..

Silence sat heavy in the air. Danger became non-existent and peace ruled the Shore. It begged for things to remain the same, to not change, but something had to. The stale taste of the air upon a red duns tongue aided in his lean frame and dull pelt. His lifeless blue eyes searched the ocean, begging for answers that he knew would never come. Nahawi was beginning to lose hope, but something had to change. He had Shiloh, Aase, his daughters, and Wolf in his home. He was not lacking anything, but at the same time he was lacking everything. Nahawi did not know what to do with himself anymore with no one to take care of and it chipped away at what he was meant to be.


Licking dry lips, the stallion let out a shuddering breath before he sank into the ocean's water. He was leaving, once more, but this time not as a battle beaten stallion. He was leaving as a broken hearted boy, one that was in need of something even if it was a stranger's face and words that could be surface deep or piercing his skin like a sword's blade. Nahawi did not care either way anymore and it showed as his body just slowly went, letting the ocean push and pull him along while he practically floated like a float human children used.


Rising upon the beach of the crossing, Nahawi let out a coughing breath. His fur for the first time in ages shined bright and his eyes held a faint bit of light to them. He felt refreshed after swimming in the ocean and it eased a tiny bit of his heart knowing he could still swim, even if it was at a snail's pace. Nodding his head to himself, the stallion listened to the land above him before turning to face the commons. He could go there, speak to others, or he could just weave through the meadow and falls, begging for anything but what he was supposed to be doing back home.


Days turned to weeks as Nahawi went about the crossing. Wolf was holding his home steady for now and he was not in danger of anything entirely. However, he knew it was time to return home when he finally stepped into the commons. Flicking his gaze about, the stallion was close to heading back home when the sight of a mousey colored mare captured his attention. Tilting his head, the red dun scanned her for a few heart beats before he finally had the gumption to actually head in her direction.


Coming closer and closer to her, he sent off a soft call in her direction before he stopped with a decent amount of space between them. “Greetings miss.” He said kindly, his head dipping. Nahawi was polite, but there was no ounce of flirtation in the tired stallion's gaze as his legs began to tremble in the face of most likely another failed attempt to bring someone home with him. “My… my name's Nahawi and I could not help seeing your gorgeous sight from the treeline.” Okay, maybe there was a tiny bit of flirtation in the exhausted male's body.