Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years.
What’s he going to do with himself?
The tovero stallion skirts around the edges of the meadow, trying to keep out of view of the many horses that have gathered their this evening. He doesn’t want to attract any attention, doesn’t want to have to talk to any one.
He wants to be alone. All alone. None of them can ever replace his dearest friends anyway.
He walks until he finds himself at the border between the meadow and the surrounding woods. It’s dark in there. Quiet. Rhory finds himself wanting to lose himself in that nothingness. He wants to join it, become a part of it. Feel nothing.
He’s considering venturing in, when the slightest movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention. His head whips around, suddenly nervous. It’s a stallion. A stallion shrouded in shadow. Darkness licks at the stallion’s edges, giving an air that is both sinister and mysterious. Rhory clears his throat awkwardly. “Um … hello?” The stallion seems intent upon something. Rhory hopes that he will not be angry about being disturbed.
He takes a fumbling step forward, then stops. What the hell is he doing? Why is he even bothering? He’s done enough damage during his life. He doesn’t need to inflict himself upon others.
And yet, he stays.
I'll love you for a thousand more.
Ew I'm sorry. I'm struggling with him right now.
