Ultraviolence; Raul

[Warlight]

Warlight

 
Dawn's light prickles her sensitive eyes, drawing a sharp hiss over the jagged edges of her lacerated lips. She blinks hard, the spots in her vision begin to clear and she sees him, and she knows him.

Oh, shit.

His image, blinding as it is reflecting the light, brings back a flood of memories, and Will's slim shoulders stop shaking as she truly looks at the pale stallion. The memories are visceral, Rhonen's death had been far from easy and a chill travels down her spine. She sees him, it, again, below her hooves and little more than meat - hot and steaming in the winter wasteland.

The scent.
The parts of him which no one should have ever seen.
The pieces of him hanging from her antlers. 
And of course, the blood. Gods, horses were full of it. 

"We killed him," she says as the filth of it all washes over her, and the stench of her own squalor finally reaches her. She would be sick if she could, but instead, she takes a stumbling step forward, unable to just stand there. "We fucking killed him," she repeats, haunted and musing. 

But a breath of outside air finds it's way into the cave, attempting to lift her crusted forelock from her brow. It doesn't, but it brings her the scent of home.

'We told you to stay away' her mothers' repeat, agitated and venomous, and now she understands why. 

Warlight shakes her head again, riding herself of the queenly phantoms to focusing on the companion fate had given her. He flinches under her questioning in a familiar way, the same near panic twisting his lips like her mute brother's. 

She knew that look. 

"It's ok," she rasps at him, dismissive yet compassionate, and inky blue-black eyes trace over his frame without a hint of shame."How about you show me where some water is." 

— soul as sweet as blood red jam —

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