It's about loyalty, not power. Posted on July 19, 2025 at 11:27:35 PM by Nahawi
“I'm supposed to be going somewhere.” Came a voice. The tone was raspy, broken, and brittle. The body it came from was healthy, but the eyes the creature held were almost vacant. One was blue, the other milky and showing the blindness the equine held. “I'm supposed to see someone, but for the life of me I can't remember.” Tilting their head to the side, the battered and scarred up red dun named Nahawi looked down at the body of water under the falls. His once matted mane now hung in lightly wavy lengths, gentle and sun bleached at the top layer. His long tail slowly twists in the breeze, rustling with the grasses around him.
“Father… we must go to the inlet.” He heard a voice, one that sounded like his son. Lifting his head, the fallen once was looked around himself. His pale eyes scanned for the bay Tobiano boy he had once lost. He wasn't near, the farther Nahawi looked, but the old stallion didn't exactly know what he felt. Tilting his head to the side, Nahawi stared out into the distance with one ear forward and one back. His tongue slowly poked from in between his lips, much like the “blepping” motion that some younglings do when they've just nursed.
Lifting his tail, Nahawi flicks the ends against his hip before turning his tilted head to look east. His ears both perk then and the tip of his tongue flexes a touch, but never goes back into his mouth. Humming faintly, the beaten and broken stallion snorts afterwards before lowering his head and letting it rest level to his knees. “I remember her name, but I don't remember where she is. Quite the conundrum.”