Since leaving the caves of Nerine, Lior has told himself that he make a life worth living. All of his children are grown and off in their lives. He is proud of the history they wrote themselves, carving their names into stone tablets. He had simply been a queensguard, lover to the crown and her protector but he does not regret it at all...but the nights have grown cold since Nayl had left on her own accord but he stayed for when she found her words and her peace...but she never returned.

Lior brushes it all away with the toss of his tangled black mane. The river has guided him through the forest with it's quiet coos but it was more so the itch of the dirt that coated his inky coat, that was the real reason. Cracked hooves carry his scarred body to the water's edge before plunging rather unceremoniously into the water with a grunt. The silver white eyes immediately shut in a grimace as the cool waters embrace him. He needs this because he smells, admit it.

Lior lowers himself into the water when it no longer passes his belly so he may get his spine. He sighs lowly, grunting, before diving beneath the surface momentarily. A quick shake and swish and then he breaks the water's surface like the sputtering land creature he is before... 'fuck...', he realizes he is not a lone.

A mare, barely, is some distance away, daintily parting the water. Lior watches with dripping hair, like a wretched sea monster, without a moment's embarrassment. Lior tended to lack a sense of those proper emotions but he is certain his immoral descent into the water was rather loud. The stallion rises out of the water to his proper height with water spraying and running down his scarred skin like broken tributaries. "Oh, pardon for the intrusion." He murmurs lowly as the mare bathed like a river nymph. Lior looks away to the river's edge briefly as he ponders when he take his leave (never mind the dark wolf staring at him).

but i can still remember just the way you taste