Nahawi

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

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DEDICATE YOUR LIFE TO TRUTH..

Wanting to kick himself in the rump for coming here after a while, Nahawi felt the need to go home. His blue eyes closed as a pained wince took his frame, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts that were far from good. His frame was about to turn around when the sound of hooves coming from behind him had his frame twirling around. On his hind legs and creating the spin, Nahawi felt his ears pin tight to his head before a voice registered in his mind. Letting his eyes fully take in the mare that was running his way, Nahawi let out a deep breath as a faint smile lined his lips. It was just Oswin and not the dark stallion from his past.


Standing taller with his ears perking forward, Nahawi reached out his muzzle to her in return before his head twisted with a popping sound coming from his neck. Blinking with a huff, the red dun set his gaze upon Zevulun and Castillon. His red tail flicked against his hips before he gave a nod, words unable to escape his muzzle for the moment. His heart was beating a mile a minute and with the scent he gathered from Oswin, he grew a bit fearful. “Why… were you there?” He asked her just as she asked why he was in the Prairie. Their voices mingled and Nahawi felt himself try to shut down. He was here for the better of his herd, but the scent upon Oswin made the red stallion feel his past come crawling back with a vice-like grip.


“I… came for the alliance talk.” He rumbled as his head turned back to Zevulun. His ears twitched on his head as the sound of birds echoed all around him. Now that he was here on this island though, he wanted to go see his daughter. He might do so if she allowed it, but for the minute he did not dare let his mind wander too far. “However… your scent has my attention instead Oswin. Why were you in the place of monsters?” Nahawi had no idea Tyr was stolen or that it was as rotten as it was now. None of the stallions had bothered him since the start of his time in the Shore and it grew entirely too peaceful. “I don't understand… why would you go where Garmr is the demon ring leader.”