Falls

Being sick wasn't really an excuse for how the stallion found himself now. Yet, he couldn't get himself to change anything as his head shook back and forth as he stood over bleached bones. Small pieces of fur still clung in places, which had the red sun trembling as sobs chokes his crimson throat. He knew who laid here, which made everything worse as he stumbled forward with one hoof before falling to the ground. His one blue eye closed tightly as tears fell from it. His other eye was no longer in his head. The socket was fully healed, but now he could only shed tears from one side.

Stretching forward, Nahawi nosed the bones that barely smelled like Aase anymore. He couldn't hold in the sounds that escaped his throat once he touched her skull. It broke the last piece of him as his snot covered lips rested upon her gorgeously white skeleton. If he was anyone else, he would have just left and let her rest in piece even though she was already gone. If Nahawi was a better stallion, he wouldn't curl around the bones as if his life depended on someone who couldn't be there.

“I'm so sorry.” He hiccuped finally. That sentence managed to pry itself from his lungs, but once it was gone he said nothing more as his red body curled as best as it could around the pile. “I failed you… and I failed them.” He managed to whisper after a few hours of holding her body. Time had slipped by once more, but it was okay at this point. “Gitch I failed just like you. I wish I could bring her bones and let her rest with you.” Talking to the air, Nahawi just slabbed out on his side and stared through his good eye at the star filled sky. “Maybe… I deserved to end like this, but you didn't my flame.” As the old words he had for Aase filled the air, Nahawi choked slightly as crimson liquid bubbled from his lungs.

“My flame… oh how I miss your warmth across my skin.”