Common

The sea had been cold upon the fresh wounds, but the ache went away under the dark of night as he took his time reaching the crossing. The sound of hooves thudding against the beach entered the ears upon Nahawi’s head, causing them to tuck tight against his poll as he shook out his body. Three thrones down, two stolen, and one given away in a sense, Nahawi was standing there on the crossing lost to the world around him. He was staring at the distance with his heart in his throat. Muscles tensed against his fur as he ground his back teeth together. He knew this was going to be one hell of a day, but now? The night was still young and he could taste something upon the air that made him throw caution to the wind.

Crossing from the base of the Peak and through the Falls, Nahawi made up his mind. His long legs drug his should be ghost body to the Commons. He could taste others here and knew just then that he was no longer in the range to claim. Instead, the brute stopped just at the edge, his body in the COmmons but not entirely away from the edge of the Meadow. The territories flowed together here, showing the places in which would be safer for him than the Commons. He should hide, take his time to be something other than a royally big idiot, but he was done. With nothing left to lose and everything to gain, Nahawi made the finally leap.

Fully placing himself in the Commons, the red dun lowered his head to take a bite of grass. He played as if he was doing nothing other than watching for others to claim. He acted nonchalant, but he knew better. In his mind that was twisted with the words of Lucifer and the losses he had taken, Nahawi knew this for what it was. He was waiting to be claimed, to be stolen to some island be it this one or that of the others. He would be taken, made a member or a tool, but it was better than living by himself or with others he no longer had the capacity to care for. He would be useless as time went on, but for now… he let things go as they were.