Shoot the arrow straight Posted on September 17, 2025 at 05:58:24 PM by Assassin
Assassin had somehow become a nomad again. He didn’t quite know how he kept landing in this position but for now he was content. Lonely perhaps but that wasn’t a threat to his welfare. He enjoyed the falls most of the time, the sweet grass that grew and fresh water all the time were the highlights of the falls, along with the ability to cool down whenever he wanted to. Then there was the waterfall itself. A magnificent thing that crashed on the rocks and fed into a pool of water so crystal clear you could easily see the bottom in some places. It was tranquil and calming, allowing his mind to settle, something that he often needed, especially when the memories of his past would come to haunt him at night. It allowed him to recharge and forget everything.
Well, that was how it normally was for him but something didn’t feel right today. Dark eyes scanned the area, looking for anything out of ordinary. At first he found nothing, sticking to the edge within the treeline where his ebony coat allowed him to blend in a little better. He moved silently through the tree, dark eyes constantly scanning for signs of a threat, after all having a previous job that matched his name, he’d built up some enemies over the years, but he would be surprised if anyone found him here.
His mind wanted to dismiss the odd feeling when his eyes flicked over something light coloured. He’d must have scanned this area twice already and hadn’t noticed the foal until now. Unsure what to do he did nothing to begin with, just watched and waited for the foals mother to appear.
However the longer this went on, the more concerned he became when no mother appeared. He couldn’t tell the foals age, it wasn’t a new born, a weanling perhaps? But still too young to be out here alone.
Carefully he moved forward, allow himself to step on a few twigs so as to alert the youngster he was there, his head dipped low to the ground trying to appear as less threatening as he could be, which was somewhat difficult for a 17hh fresian cross. Are you ok little one? he asked, softening his voice where’s your mother little one? He asked, already dreaded the answer the small colt would give him.