Θuija
Purpose, it is all one has and without we are nothing. Just aimless souls trapped within an earthly body and bound to pass through time. Time grew long without purpose and he dreaded the moment his ward had disappeared into the misty shadows of the Taiga. His duty to his master satisfied and with it, his purpose faded away as well. The blood eyed stallion stared into the dark abyss surrounding him. A body laid before him, stale with death. This soul had been freed but he couldn't say it was a gentle passing. Her purpose had been served on this earth and there would be nothing more for her here. The finer muscles of his jaw hardened in envy. To have served your purpose with your life was the ultimate sacrifice and he assumed a great honor. Oh but little did he really know...
He had stood, a tall solider, examining the body while he pondered. Wrapped in the mists and tucked into the darkness. His thoughts interrupted by a gasp and stumbling. Red eyes shift to find a dark little thing, eyes wide with fear. Fear of the unknown, of death, of reality. It causes a grin to sweep across his maw as he does not move. His steely voice calls to her, "You look as though you've seen a ghost M'Dear. Do not be afraid." With a smooth stride he steps into the filtered moonlight. It's plays along his hide, creating an extension of his white blanket and dark crater's. His red eyes look to the corpse as he nears quietly, "She has moved on to the next life. But she leaves a child, here in her place." He curls around the body and finds himself very near the dark woman. A devious grin on his lips, "Kaurma is her name."
He wonders slightly if the dark mare had known this body and if she cared to know more about all that he says. She could do with the information as she pleased. It made no difference to him. He had served his purpose...
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@[Amorette]