silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jul 26, 2015 0:43:19 GMT -5
The Depths of SolaceA Private Roleplay between xfirefly's Prophet and silmellon's Outlaw
Time: Soon after Objective V, after both horses are back on the Southern Isle and cared for.
So much has happened to both stallions in the past couple of weeks...and they're beaten down. But that won't stop them from trying to pull each other back up.
Thank goodness the team of five reached The Last Green Land when they did, for if they had been but a little bit later Outlaw didn't know if he would've survived. Having been confronted by a starving Peridium Moose and her calf after TWO Ash Bears it was a miracle that all of them had escaped with their lives. Outlaw liked to think that his...distraction...was a vital moment in keeping everyone from becoming carrion out in the ash. It was a long night of violence, but now they were back on that little hopeful patch of green among the ashes. The group had broken up and had been taken care of by Medics, Outlaw himself being quite the center of attention. And for once, he didn't enjoy it. After everyone crowding around him, touching him, blabbering into his ears from all angles and attempting to patch him up, the strangely marked stallion wanted to get some air. Being fussed over because of a wound like this made him more regretful the more they fussed. There had definitely been an easier way to distract the bears, but of course the accursed thing in his head obviously disagreed and left him in this tragic state. And tragic though it was, the Guard was acting like it was just a few scratches once he got what care he felt he needed just so he could escape the crowd smothering him. So he stood up when the Medics rushed over to another horse that returned with substantial wounds and with a flick of his tail he was off into the early morning light. No one saw him for quite a bit of time, but then again no one was looking for him either. With all the teams arriving back, the day was very busy. No horse healthy enough to walk got time to rest. Only when the sun was nearing the western portion of the sky did Outlaw come to see how things were going with everyone. One horse in particular, really. He hasn't seen Prophet since a couple days before everyone broke up into their teams, and he was grasping the hope that the slightly younger stallion had escaped unscathed or at the very least...alive. Plus with all the preparations Prophet had been doing for the big movement had left him busy even before that...and Outlaw missed him dearly. To the point that he was beginning to become annoyed. He wished he could help so the Higher Ups weren't so pressured every moment of the day. So he set out searching for the other oddly marked stallion, weaving carefully in between sparse vegetation and horses alike...all the while being very careful not to bump into them. This care slowed him down a bit, but it wasn't long before he spotted his best friend and trotted over as best he could. Ears perked, he nudged the taller stallion's right shoulder once he reached him, a smile on his face but the sparkle momentarily absent from his eye...he was still in quite a lot of pain though he didn't care to admit it. "So you made it out in one piece, that's a good thing. Your mission went well I'm hoping?" asked Outlaw, his voice as smooth and cheerful as ever. |
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xfirefly
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Post by xfirefly on Jul 26, 2015 1:36:39 GMT -5
Evening was upon the Exiles already, it seemed another busy day was, at last, nearing it's end. Prophet and his roughed up group of horses hadn't even been back a week, but were already thrown back into their duties, or at least those that were able. A small cringe shook down his spine as he recalled Salvatore's bloodied face as vision was torn from his eye by a rat. A presence stirred him from the thought, however, in the form of a nudge. An obsidian-tipped ear cocked back, shortly followed by the rest of his head. Outlaw. His closest, dearest friend. He certainly was a sight for sore eyes, though something immediately seemed.. off.
"Am I in once piece? " Prophet jokingly gave himself a once over, craning his head high and back, just to be sure. There was still some dried blood caked to his coat, dirty crimson standing out on his ivory and cinder shins. Thankfully the majority of it was not his own. Small bite marks scattered about his legs, though they would likely heal quickly. His smile faded slowly as he remembered. "Let's... Let's talk over there." Prophet subtly tossed his head a bit, leading his friend a bit away from where the rest of the Exiles lingered. As he walked, it almost felt as if tiny bones were still being broken beneath his hooves as the two uniquely patterned stallions secluded themselves.
"Salvatore wasn't so lucky. We were attacked by... starving rats. Even with the extra Bachelors we ended up having to cooperate with, there were too many. I don't know if the eye is missing, but it's definitely blinded." Prophet shook his head, defeated. If it wasn't for Evalynn, his face could've been torn off, or worse. It was by some miracle anyone had reached him at all. "It would've been worse if we hadn't retreated into an old building." He let out a sigh, meeting Outlaw's only uncovered rich brown eye with his own. It was then that he noticed his friend's wounds, carved deep down the side of his neck. Prophet's eyes widened slightly.
"Who.. what did this to you?" He breathed, running his gaze along the gashes. "What happened?" A plethora of other questions quickly flurried in his head, and for a second, Prophet was angry. He didn't know at what or who, but a small spark of anger flared in his heart. Who was responsible for Outlaw's group? Who had allowed such a thing? His Demonism caused visible clouding of the eyes, before he closed them and took a breath. He knew better than to put anyone at fault.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jul 26, 2015 2:24:59 GMT -5
Outlaw couldn't help but laugh despite the heaviness in the cooling air as Prophet 'checked himself over' to make sure he wasn't missing a leg or a chunk of his tail. With a quick glance, the shorter stallion could tell that his friend had been in some sort of battle, for dried blood stained his pure coat dirty shades of crimson, brown and black. That and there were peculiar little bite marks on his long slender legs. By now he had to have seen the Medics, so he knew the other stallion would make it. But that coat...was so dirty. Outlaw's skin twitched as the urge to clean up his friend tempted him. But before he could say anything on the matter of looks, Prophet invited him a ways away from the herd with a serious look on his face. Appearances quickly took a back seat in his mind as he followed close beside the other pale stallion until they reached a healthily sized tree, where they both stopped and continued their conversation. Outlaw cocked one leg in calmness at first, ready to hear the tale of whatever tiny beasts decided to cross paths with the High Guard and his team. However his shoulders visibly tensed when rats were mentioned. When he was younger and still living on the Eastern Isle he almost had a brush with those, but no one other than Klaus himself had scared them away with a bit of fire. When Prophet mentioned meeting a few Bachelors, Outlaw didn't seem surprised or uncomfortable with the fact. With any attack, it didn't matter who came to your aid. Just as long as everyone got out alive.
A small huff left his lungs when he heard that Salvatore had been made half blind by the rats...torn out, it seemed like. Come to think of it, his did remember seeing Medics crowding around the curly eared stallion as well even though he couldn't see much with everyone bustling between them. Upon seeing the stallion lower his proud head in defeat, Outlaw moved a step closer and nudged the other's underside of his neck, urging him to lift it as he spoke soothingly, "If I'm picturing it half as bad as it was, you're lucky that you all made it out of there alive. Those nasty things are small but in large numbers they are more than a challenge to handle. But you got everyone out, so you should give yourself at least some recompense."
However having been caught up in the story, he hadn't realized that his movement made his own injury quite plain. Outlaw was worried that Prophet's eyes would pop right out of his face in shock from the look he received, followed by waves of anger rolling down off the taller horse. The brown eyed stallion waited gently for Prophet to focus on him rather than his anger before flicking his ears backwards and replying, "An Ash Bear did this to me...we were all following a set of tracks, and we thought that if we lined up and reared, we'd scare off anything the Isle had to offer. I offered to scout ahead to make sure the coast was clear and tell everyone if it wasn't, so I went on by myself. There were two bears instead of the one we thought we were tracking, but they didn't sense me. I was walking back to tell everyone to get in a line so we could go chase them off, but the wind carried their scents. The bears were starving...they sprinted the entire way. I didn't think lumbering lumps of fur could go that fast." chuckled Outlaw with a small sigh before continuing. "But I couldn't let the bears just jump my team...a surprise attack in the dark against two bears? They would've been wiped out. I couldn't let that happen, especially knowing that I could've done something to possibly save them. So I did. I managed to get between my team and the bears, and distract them long enough for the others to get ready. But one of the bears...got pretty fed up and decided to swat me out of the way before I could move." The smile on his face turned a bit sad, his eyebrows knitted together slightly. "I wasn't able to help them fight...they fought off two fully grown Ash Bears by themselves without any gifts or abilities. And when the Peridium Moose and her calf came afterwards, they had the option to save themselves and let them have me. But despite the fact that they were tired and injured, they fought them off too. Amarante even cut her mane so I could have some sort of bandage and not bleed out on them." he said with the amused tone returning to his voice. Outlaw was proud of his team, they had fought well and protected him like their own lives depended on it. He didn't mention the magnitude of the injuries he sustained other than the copious amounts of blood and thankfully his thick forelock covered most of the more serious part of the gashes. The carnage was ugly, shameful and not to mention serious to the vain stallion despite the valiant conditions he made the sacrifice in. Another thing he failed to mention was his original plan of distraction...he explained what happened as if he had originally planned to face the bears. If Outlaw told Prophet that there was some consciousness in his mind that took control of him and made him do things he normally wouldn't do, the other stallion would think he was absolutely insane, that the bear had knocked Outlaw's marbles out when it hit him.
"They're all alright, but Amarante injured her leg slightly so she'll be lame awhile but should be fine. And those predators are loooong gone. Hopefully they tell their friends and they all leave." murmured the Guard, lowering his head a little so his forelock better covered his face, but appeared as if he was dislodging an annoying insect.
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xfirefly
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Post by xfirefly on Jul 26, 2015 3:03:54 GMT -5
A small smile slowly lit Prophet's face once more as Outlaw gently encouraged him to lift his head, however short lived it may be. He quietly listened to his friend, nodding his head at appropriate times, raising his brows occasionally. Every group had been attacked, or so it seemed. He wondered if it was the same for the war-stricken Bachelors and Olde. Not that he cared much for the Olde "King" that failed to keep his word. Prophet continued to eye the wounds that would surely scar over, and they appeared to continue far underneath his bangs. He had to wonder how extensive they were.
"I am so... Proud of you. You recklessly brave dummy." Prophet gently shoulder-bumped the shorter stallion in good humor. "Khala should be making a High Guard out of you." The words were almost bittersweet, imagining the lady's man having even more of his... lady-wooing time taken from him caused a small chuckle to rise in Prophet's throat. "I'm just glad you, and everyone, are okay." He paused. "I hope they fell down a gully. And the rats, too." He snorted assuredly.
It was then that a sight reran in his mind's eye. A familiar figure, darker, but not unlike his own. Prophet felt another piece of his heart seemingly break off and fall through his hooves. The wince wasn't physical, or visible to the naked eye... Though Outlaw would likely see right through his clenched jaw. "... Is your eye okay?" He asked quickly, to take his mind off the vision before it became painfully burned in.
Prophet gently lipped at Outlaw's forelock, ruffling it slightly with his pale upper lip as he lowered his head. He could have been rubbing his face against his leg, but it could have also been a cover, and as much as it was in good fun to give the guard a hard time every now and then, Prophet wanted to be certain that he was well.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jul 26, 2015 3:46:21 GMT -5
Outlaw had been somewhat expecting some sort of derogatory response to his obviously reckless maneuver out on his mission, but what he actually received made his chest warm and his muscles loosen up a bit. Prophet was proud of him for what he did. It may have been stupid of me...but it was a kind of stupid that might've saved four lives. he concluded to himself. Even if the action wasn't entirely his own, the reassurance from Prophet made the weight of guilt and regret become lighter on his shoulders. At the mention of the idea of Khala making him a High Guard...he paused and tilted his head with a soft sigh. "You know what? I wasn't so turned on by the idea of being anything more than a Guard when I first came here, but someday...Someday I think I'll be ready to be someone the Exiles can turn to for help and protection...Plus the mares do love officers." he managed a small smirk before nodding his head in definitive agreement about the predators meeting some terrible demise. If they were going to be rude and try to eat the horses rather than just leave them alone, then they deserved to die. "It looks like we didn't lose a anyone at all to the predators...there aren't any missing faces that I've seen in our ranks in the past. Storm and her team got back fine, and Kale'd be with her. I saw Ryder, Effie and Leif getting water earlier, and Kanu laying with Lena while she rested." he mused with a relieved smile. Outlaw was glad that everyone had made it through their missions and that they were that much closer to reclaiming their entire Isle. Outlaw had only lived on the rich Southern Isle for two years before it burned, and he was eager to add on to those two years soon. But something was wrong. Normally Prophet would be smiling and nodding along with him in relief that the herd seemed to be getting through this rough stage alright. But he was...almost stoical. Unlike himself, Prophet was still tense. Like a bloodhound onto a scent, Outlaw was on Prophet's case. But before he could try to get the reason he seemed put off out of the stallion, the High Guard was lipping at his forelock curiously and asking if his eye was alright. The strangely marked stallion froze. If he pulled away, Prophet would definitely know what was wrong. So he tried something else. After all he still wanted to know what was eating Prophet up inside. Outlaw stood still and whisked his tail back and forth a few times, replying cooly. "Yeah yeah it's fine. My poor neck though...that'll definitely scar." he sighed a bit wistfully. Though what he couldn't hide was the flinch when Prophet's nose brushed one of the gashes. Even if he tried to control it, it was a body's natural response to get away from something that could cause harm. Outlaw knew Prophet wasn't going to hurt him, but his body didn't. And what bothered him even more was the fact that...he couldn't see the other stallion anymore since he had shifted to his right side to get a better view of the injury. His dark lip trembled, and it took all of the pale stallion's will to keep his body from doing the same. It wasn't used to sight on one side yet. But with a snort and a toss of his mane, he trotted around to Prophet's other side so he could see him once more...just to see if that tenseness was still there. His lip ceased it's trembling, but his right ear was always in motion, swiveling around in all directions.
"I can practically feel the angst rolling off of you, Proph." Outlaw murmured and nudged the other oddly marked stallion playfully, trying in vain to lift his spirits. "Your team will be ok, things with the Bachelors seem like they're going fine...but you aren't." He flicked his left ear towards his friend expectantly, expecting to hear something about the job being a lot of work and taking him away from the family. To which Outlaw would comfort him and they'd go play with Storm and Kale for a few minutes before anyone got busy.
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xfirefly
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Post by xfirefly on Jul 26, 2015 4:27:00 GMT -5
A half-hearted laugh found it's way from the stallion's chest as Outlaw's lady-loving side shone through brightly for a moment. Of course that would be the motivation for him, at least partially. Normally, he would have had a witty comment to bat back with. Knowing Storm and her team came back safely lifted a weight off of his chest. She had been in a group with Kanu, which meant he was safe as well. But Kale. The High Guard's eyes flicked away from Outlaw for a moment while he willed his face to keep composure.
It took Outlaw switching sides to bring Prophet back from a wondering mind. Prophet looked hard at his friend, trying to channel all of his focus onto the stallion, swallowing the lump that threatened to form in his throat. With Outlaw's right ear in near constant motion, he took note. Salvatore had been doing the same thing after the rat attacked his face. "Are you sure? Can you... can you see out of it?" Prophet questioned further, ears pointing forward now. He shoved the sorrow further back in worry for his best friend.
But Outlaw was already on him. Prophet should have known better. The two had been known to be able to see right through the other. "I've.. I've missed you and Storm..." He sputtered, somewhat quickly, but deep down, he knew. He knew that the subject couldn't be avoided. He knew it was going to eat at him, and he couldn't hide it. Not from Outlaw. Especially not from Outlaw. He hadn't even had a moment to tell Storm yet.
Prophet's limit was almost reached. He could feel the lump growing bigger in his throat, threatening to choke at any moment. He took a quick glance over his shoulder, debating if they were far enough away from the herd to avoid being disturbed. When Prophet looked back to Outlaw, his brows were knitting together, lips pulled back in a frown. "Kale," Prophet's naturally gravelly voice cracked as tears began to well in his eyes.
"K-Kale isn't coming..." He sucked in a sharp breath. "Home." The sentence was all it took to break the levy. Prophet bit at the inside of his cheeks, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to hold the tears. A few had already escaped, wetting the thin white fur of his cheeks. Prophet bowed his neck, turning his head to the side. "Kale isn't coming home."
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jul 26, 2015 20:30:04 GMT -5
Outlaw's spine was tingling from his poll to his dock, sending a strange feeling down through the rest of his body. It wasn't a feeling he experienced often, but there weren't many horses he was close with as he was with Prophet. There wasn't a single sliver of doubt in his mind now that something was badly wrong with his closest compadre. So he was intent to figure out what...or who...was causing all this strife. Even under that steady gaze Prophet had fixed on him, Outlaw dodged the question as if he hadn't heard it. The more he delayed an explanation, the more emotionally constipated Prophet looked to the shorter stallion. He nodded his romanized head when the other spoke of how much he missed his wife and best friend. "I missed you too, and so did Storm I would think. But we're all back together...?" he said with a note of question in his tone, tilting his head. He was confused as to why Prophet was still off after being back with both of them...unless someone was missing? The taller stallion was checking around him, no doubt to make sure that no one would approach them. To show he got the picture, Outlaw leaned in a little closer. By now he was close enough to see that Prophet's breathing was forcefully regulated but still becoming irregular. Then as he mentioned the name of his son, tears welled up into his bicolored eyes. So that was what's wrong. Come to think of it he didn't remember seeing the young colt, just his mother. Outlaw wrongly assumed that the foal would be with his mother. But Kale...was gone. Not dead he assumed, otherwise Prophet would've sought out Storm right away and the herd would have gone into a period of mourning. No, Kale was alive. Just...not here with his mother and father. Outlaw bowed his head even more, his ears and tail drooping. Then without hesitation, he stepped in front of Prophet so they were face to face. He stepped forward until they were chest to chest and stretched his neck forward until his chin rested a bit beyond the taller stallion's withers. It was an embrace, something that was very rare to see from him. Normally it was encouraging bumps, nips or nudges...but the pain Prophet was feeling was worth more than that. It struck so deeply that Outlaw too felt the relentless fist of sadness clutching his heart. The shorter stallion hadn't said a word yet, but words weren't needed to convey the message that he would be Prophet's shoulder to lean on. He felt warm tears from the other stallion running down his own pale shoulder, the feeling weakening his own resolve.
"I'm...so sorry Prophet. No parent deserves this, you above all." he murmured just above a whisper, his higher pitched normally cheerful voice now breathy and deeper...but still nowhere near as deep as Prophet's voice. Outlaw knew he had to stay strong for his grieving brother, but he never realized how much the tears would affect him. He's seen tears before, but never from someone he'd forged a relationship with on his own doing. Now the tears seemed more like fire. It burned him to see his best friend in this condition, almost as if the heartbreak was truly his own. It scorched his soul with mourning, and the only way to extinguish it was with tears. They spilled from his soft brown eyes down onto Prophet's dirty coat, freeing some of the dirt. But only slightly. The tears that fell from his covered eye were faintly tinted red...and slightly stained the High Guard's visible pearly white coat. Small sobs shook his somewhat muscular form as he held his mourning best friend. Mourning that they were now feeling almost as one.
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xfirefly
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Post by xfirefly on Jul 27, 2015 1:36:46 GMT -5
As Outlaw's presence folded around the breaking form that made up Prophet, he felt a small bit of comfort. A candle lit that slowly warmed his body and soul as Prophet draped his head over the thick black mane of his friend, pulling his chin into he side of his neck, but careful to keep from hurting his wounds as they intertwined. The feeling of his companion's own cries made him feel far less alone, and for a while he stood silently confiding with him. He debated how he was going to tell Storm. Could he stand to be strong in front of her when he himself was so broken? Seeing her heart shatter in front of him would surely re-break his own.
For now though, he knew he had to let everything out. Prophet had to remain stoic and calm in front of the others in his group after the initial sighting, and all the medics, and every other passerby, and it felt... good, to be able to let his strong shell crack and crumble away for a while. As long as no one bothered the oddly marked soul-brothers, Prophet was comfortable in Outlaw's embrace. Knowing how rare the show of affection was, it felt all the more special and comforting. The shorter Guard seemed to be holding him back from falling to his knees as another sob jerked through his body.
After a long spread with no further words, Prophet regained control enough of his voice. "I saw him." He sucked in another short breath, exhaling slowly. "I saw him with them." The last word was laced with malice. Them. Bachelors. It was what he'd feared from the moment Cael announced they'd be crossing the land bridge. That they would take his wife, or his child, who hadn't even been born yet. The Bachelors seemed to have taken so much from him. His leader, his son... Prophet's teeth ground together, madly fighting to regain composure before his sorrow turned to rage. "I had to get home to be sure. I wanted so badly to just be... imagining things." The sentence ended in a sigh of words. The stallion seemed to be calming down slightly.
"I don't know what to do. Can I do anything at all?" He admitted quietly, partially to himself. His head rested in the crook of Outlaw's neck, holding tightly. Prophet didn't want to let go, at least not for a while. Right now everything else felt like too much. Existing felt like too much. But at least he wasn't alone.
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silmellon
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Post by silmellon on Jul 28, 2015 0:04:42 GMT -5
As the two stood together, holding each other together, the burning that Outlaw felt in his heart started to subside into a dull glow...like a forest fire fading into small crackling embers. The initial rush of painful emotion was now settling into the Guard's mind, now allowing thoughts to process. Worried thoughts. Prophet hadn't told Storm of his heartbreaking discovery...if he had, Outlaw wouldn't doubt that the two would be inseparable. Now he didn't know the curly maned mare as well as he knew Prophet, but that wouldn't stop his heart from aching when real tears slipped down her tearlike cheek markings. As for the other stallion...he would likely become distraught as another wave of emotion crashed over him. It was one thing to have your best friend show deep compassion but watching your wife's heart break was a completely different animal. Once they got around to speaking of it, the shorter stallion would offer to stay with Prophet as he told Stormcry...and even after that if they needed him there for support. Of course he wanted to be present to make sure his friends made it through alright, but if they wanted time alone together then he would definitely give them their space. But for now, his embrace seemed to be calming Prophet...at least a little. Though sobs still shook his slender frame, Outlaw didn't feel tensed muscles against him. The expansive silence didn't bother him, and surprisingly the talkative Guard didn't speak to break that silence.
As Prophet spoke of the sighting, Outlaw's black tipped ears slowly rested backwards and his visible brown eye narrowed. Kale had been with the Bachelors...but who? Well...anyone. The Bachelors were always out to seduce or steal horses from other herds into their own ranks. As a former Infantrystallion, Outlaw knew this to be true. It didn't matter who had been with Kale, who drew him away from his family and the Exiles. The hate inside him bubbled up for a moment before he remembered his old friends that still resided there. He loved Prophet and his other close friends that he made in the Exile herd more than his own life...But did that mean the colts and fillies he had grown up with were completely dead to him? Did he have loyalty to them as herdmates, no. But he couldn't forget what they had done for him as friends. Before he could start dealing too deeply with the conflicting emotions towards the Bachelors, Prophet's steam blew off a bit and he spoke again.
"I wished you were seeing things too...I really do. It's unfair, it's cruel and it's a lot to take in...but that's just the way it is." sighed Outlaw in defeat. If Kale wanted to stay with the Bachelors that was his choice. Forcing him to come back wouldn't go over well with him and with the Bachelors, plus it wasn't something the Prophet he knew wouldn't be interested in doing. 'Can I do anything at all?' The question was also rolling around in Outlaw's mind. No one knew exactly why Kale was with the Bachelors...along with many other facts about the situation. There had been no closure. The strangely marked stallion knew from experience that if a bad experience like this didn't have at least some closure, it would haunt everyone involved for years to come.
"Well you can do one thing. Get some closure. If you find out why he's staying there from his own mouth, you and Storm might be able to sleep better at night. I know you wouldn't want to drag him back here by his ear...and closure is the next best thing I can think of. Nothing satisfies burning questions like answers." murmured the thick maned stallion, his head still resting on Prophet's neck, withers and back. He too had no desire to move, for he hadn't felt the warmth of a real embrace...even a mournful one...for almost ten years. It was a feeling he didn't know he missed so much until the escapade he had with Angelia after the battle between Bachelor and Olde. Angelia. The very thought of the mare made Outlaw's blood run hot, almost to a boil. His ears flattened for a moment as he tried to push the memories out of his mind before the voice decided to come and antagonize him about it, encouraging him to get revenge or worse...take over. It was then that he realized that he had never told Prophet about what happened with that catastrophe. Might as well get all the rebreaking done at once...but maybe in a little while. sighed the Guard inwardly. So much had been going wrong lately. The fires, the war, Kale, his marred complexion, Angelia...the voice...but still he managed to keep himself as playful and optimistic as his condition warranted. It was about time something went right so he had other things to speak about honestly other than tribulations. Maybe soon...nothing lasts forever. Something is bound to go right soon. It has to... Outlaw's form shook a little and he gripped a bit tighter onto Prophet for a second as if he could be swept away by a dark river at any moment if he let go.
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