There was no going back. It licked at the red duns mind as his aged body slowly crawled its way up the Peak’s mountain trail. His one good eye was blank and his frame was damaged, but he continued on. It took all the stallion had to reach the top, knowing that he would either be met with hooves, teeth, or something kinder. Shaking his head when his hooves quit the climb and he was able to rest on a flat piece of stone, Nahawi groaned before his body crumbled onto the ground.

He would not die here, but his body was starting to shut down. Water had his whole frame drenched and visible issues were seen on the outside from the vicious attack by an unnamed horse. He had come to the Peak for one last chat though, to speak with someone who had dealt with him before. “Khar.” He wheezed as her vision slammed his mind. Shivering as his body tried to force the eternal darkness to take him, Nahawi just looked towards the sky before groaning and shifting his hooves upon the stone to try and stand up.

Coughing up crimson, Nahawi winced before his bleary eye searched for the woman he had called through a broken voice. Licking his lips, the stallion barely managed a strangled neigh for the rose Prime Minister. “Please just let me say good bye.” He whimpered, knowing that if he were to ask kindly enough, she would get his message to Bubbles.