Tears Of An Angel [Private]

He was sulking in the fields, watching with somewhat amusement at some of the pairs, frowning at others. Enjoying seeing the Exiles dart about with their foals, and the foals in the Bachelor herd playfully sparring before they bedded down from the night. The black stallion closed his orange eyes and huffed quietly, everything he saw here he could have had. It seems as if the gods had not planned it to go this way though. Cethin turned away from the sights and began to walk, slowly, like one of the elders of the herd. Like his dad walked before he died. Then there were shouts. He imagined them, they took the form of Grange and Greer.

He shook his head to clear the thoughts, expecting the angry shouts to disappear. They did, but were followed closely by soft crying, soft sniffles. He flattened his ears. Being soft on this herd meant you were manipulated in some way or you were manipulating without knowing it. One choice would make it all tumble down. He went against his thoughts though and began to follow his heart. Pushing his way through the grass and sticks. There a mare stood, tears streaming down her cheeks. Cethin made no move, as to not hurt the mare now or later. But his thoughts raced, trying to find something to do to help her.

So he hummed softly while watching her. A song he'd heard some of the mares singing when they were in good moods. He hoped it would calm her, stop her heartbreaking crying. He stopped though quickly, embarrassed. "What are you crying about mare? A stallion, a friendship broken, a horrible day, a lost foal?" He rattled of causes, popular causes within the herd.

"Anyone in this herd wouldn't listen, you must listen to understand. Without giving one the chance to comfort you one may not be able to listen and therefor is not able to understand." The stallion flicked his ears and dropped his head to graze. "I may be one of the worst at comforting, but I am one who listens." He was silent then, hopeful that the mare might so much as reveal something, something Cethin would probably relate to. He may be young but his life was already one to be on a rocky path, countless times.

He didn't urge her to speak though, she looked beat up, but she had the fire that so many of the slaves lacked. She wasn't yet broken. "What is your name, then?" He said softly, quiet enough that he was sure she could only pick up the whisper of the words.

His ears swiveled quickly to pick up the sound and he looked up, amusement flickering his eyes. The mare, she was looking at him as if he had three eyes. "You know, not all of us are that bad. I know of a few. We follow orders. I don't do much else." He picked up his head and smiled a bit quirkily to her. She was pretty, he had to admit, not his type though, besides he didn't think he could ever love another again.

"Do you have a lot of friends here in the herd? Or are you one of the loner types?" He seen her around the broodmare herd from time to time when he wasn't scouting or spying on the olde or exiles. He hardly knew much about the mares in the herd. He knew a little too much about the stallions. 

Her demeanor had changed, less defensive. The tall black stallion didn't smile though, it was to dangerous to show your true self nowadays. "Sounds like you do alright here Niya?" He was struggling with conversation right now. Struggling to find a meaning to be talking to the pretty mare. "Lonerdom is depressing, but being together can be painful. You'd have to choose the lesser evil." He laid in the grass, he would not be the ominous figure. The brute to tower over mares as if they were mere dogs. He would not be the "dominant" figure. "Sometimes it's nice to just sit and chat without the problems of the herd ruining your day. Did you have a herd before us?"

He figured, hey he would learn something about his own herd while still being able to seem friendly. "I've been everywhere, Olde, Exiles, you name it. I did like it near the Exiles though. Their island was gorgeous, a shame it is that it burned to the ground."