05-12-2019, 02:30 PM
it's a lonely road, I know,
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul;
As was his nature, he wasn’t very good at sticking around. He had not completely abandoned her, but it had been awhile since he last saw the golden mare that he had met in Loess. It had not been his intention to seek out company in that sense that night, but the temptation of autumn – accompanied by the sensuous curve of her hip and the sweetness of her voice – had proven to be more than what he could resist. It wasn’t the first time it had happened to him, and it likely wouldn’t be the last.
He assumed it wouldn’t be long until their child was born, but he was apprehensive about seeking her out beforehand. Once it came down to developing any sort of meaningful connection, Raed had a habit of freezing. He had children that he had never met; he had laid with mares that he never saw again. It was a flaw, but one that didn’t seem to be mending itself any time soon. There was something about Lethy that told him, however, that he needed to find her.
It was purely coincidental, though, that he came across her at the river.
With the land blanketed in snow, the smell of birth and blood was stark. He followed it cautiously, the sound of his footsteps muffled. He could hear her thoughts before he actually saw her, and for a moment his heart quickened in anticipation. It isn’t until he actually comes upon her that he realizes something is wrong. “Lethy?” He says her name to keep from startling her, but his movements are hasty as he comes to her side. He touches her first, his lips finding her tear-stained cheek, before daring to let his eyes travel to the small, lifeless body behind her. He did not have to go to the filly to know that she wasn’t alive; when he tried to enter her mind, there was nothing. An empty silence as dark and endless as the night, but he reaches to touch her anyway. Still damp from birth, but cold, and he touches his blue lips to her equally blue forelock. She would have been a perfect combination of the two of them, with a golden coat and bright blue mane and tail.
He swallows the sorrow that he felt away, instead turning back and lowering his head to where Lethy laid. He uses his muzzle to softly wipe away the tears that lingered on her cheek, before gently pressing his lips into her neck. He wants to say something, anything, to ease the hurt he knew that she was feeling, but there was nothing that could even scratch the surface.
@[Izora Lethia]
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul;
As was his nature, he wasn’t very good at sticking around. He had not completely abandoned her, but it had been awhile since he last saw the golden mare that he had met in Loess. It had not been his intention to seek out company in that sense that night, but the temptation of autumn – accompanied by the sensuous curve of her hip and the sweetness of her voice – had proven to be more than what he could resist. It wasn’t the first time it had happened to him, and it likely wouldn’t be the last.
He assumed it wouldn’t be long until their child was born, but he was apprehensive about seeking her out beforehand. Once it came down to developing any sort of meaningful connection, Raed had a habit of freezing. He had children that he had never met; he had laid with mares that he never saw again. It was a flaw, but one that didn’t seem to be mending itself any time soon. There was something about Lethy that told him, however, that he needed to find her.
It was purely coincidental, though, that he came across her at the river.
With the land blanketed in snow, the smell of birth and blood was stark. He followed it cautiously, the sound of his footsteps muffled. He could hear her thoughts before he actually saw her, and for a moment his heart quickened in anticipation. It isn’t until he actually comes upon her that he realizes something is wrong. “Lethy?” He says her name to keep from startling her, but his movements are hasty as he comes to her side. He touches her first, his lips finding her tear-stained cheek, before daring to let his eyes travel to the small, lifeless body behind her. He did not have to go to the filly to know that she wasn’t alive; when he tried to enter her mind, there was nothing. An empty silence as dark and endless as the night, but he reaches to touch her anyway. Still damp from birth, but cold, and he touches his blue lips to her equally blue forelock. She would have been a perfect combination of the two of them, with a golden coat and bright blue mane and tail.
He swallows the sorrow that he felt away, instead turning back and lowering his head to where Lethy laid. He uses his muzzle to softly wipe away the tears that lingered on her cheek, before gently pressing his lips into her neck. He wants to say something, anything, to ease the hurt he knew that she was feeling, but there was nothing that could even scratch the surface.
R A E D
@[Izora Lethia]
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