Common

Rising from the sea like a mythical scaled beast, a red dun pinned his ears as nostrils blew out a harsh breath coated in salt water. The sun cast golden rays on the ground, illuminating the summer coated lands. The water that Nahawi had forced from his nostrils sparkled, almost making a rainbow as the small droplets cascaded to the ground. Their tiny forms weren't meant to be airborne, much like the fact this red male wasn't meant to be alive.

Tossing his head with long strands of mane flying through the air, Nahawi readjusted the way his forelock fell over half off his face. The tangled, broken, and matted strands covered his bad eye, keeping the diapered pupil from sun exposure. Too much light made his head ache, causing his already newly found temperament to flare even worse.

Striding forward with his head lower than he used to pack it, Nahawi laced his ears into his mane. The once always erect pieces no longer saw much sunlight, always hidden with anger. His good blue eye held a strong sense of hatred and purpose. He was still healing, but on this day he found himself leaving the place no one knew where he was living. Currently, he was searching for one of the three herd members he could keep. Gender didn't entirely matter, but he needed something different than that of feminine hormones.

Stepping into the commons, the red brute looked. His two toned red body needed to find something, even if it was just for a season. One more body to live in the Ruins. One more body to have and search for in his own home. His heart thrummed with that notion, but his mind twisted it, making his head shake as the visions of that black stallion shot through him like a lightning bolt. Nahawi wouldn't let it happen again, this time he was sure.

Escaping the memories and tasting fire hot rage on his tongue, Nahawi stopped his searching when his eye landed upon a stallion. For now, this is what he needed. Normally stallion leaders came for mares, but as Nahawi's head lowered and his gaze held potent intent, he went closer. For now, he wasn't searching for Aase. He wasn't even searching for Snapdragon or Pandemonium. Nahawi was searching for muscle, something that would not be ruled by the fall season and cause a foal so early after everything.

“Searching for a home, a lover, or a rotten bog?” That was no way to start this interaction, but the red dun ruins lead did not have it in him to play nice. His approach had been far from quiet, making his intention clear as he closed in on this stallion. Nahawi was here to claim, be it by force or something else. Gone was the soft ex-lagoon boss. What stood here, staring at this new creature, was a stallion who was plotting and it wasn't a pretty plot.