A Wild Ride | Completed RP

Cethin looked at her incredulously, "Are you crazy mare, I will never leave for a whole bunch of religious softies who believe they live under the gods' thumb." He snorted at her stupidity. "Rebelling, you say. There is already a war about to be waged. If we rebel now we'll be weak and Olde will overtake all the herds. You precious loners will be forced out of the territories or captured." Cethin had always thought of the war that way. Customs and traditions shattered. Herds diminished to near nothing, and the pathetic loners slain in between gunfire.

"By the way, sweetheart. The landbridge shattered, I have no intents to swim my way to Olde. A pain it would be to join such a lousy herd." He laughed and looked back at her, "And you, you shouldn't be relaxing. Shows your inept skills, say I had a group of my own waiting to ambush you? To take you in?" He laughed again and turned away from her. He spoke over his shoulder, his hooves sinking in the wet sand on the beach, "Now, Miss Priss. Why, might I ask, do you carry messages between the herds so often. You as a loner could get attacked by say a flock of lunar ravens or even a city cougar. Maybe even a grass beast here. Do you feel that it is your duty to work under the herds as a mere messenger? I think you're being completely backstabbed. One day you'll just run right into a trap. During the war you'll have to travel through battlefields. Do you really believe that you, as one, could do that?"

He had his views on Loners. They were little buggars who got in the herd's way only to be used to the extent of their death. This mare. Hah, she thought she was high and mighty, fit to carry messages for a king. Well actually say she is a messenger and she has been to olde. She techinically could. He smiled at the thought. Someone would just end up using her. Send her into a trap. It happened so often in Chevalin, murders, captures, deaths, kidnappings, etc. It all happened! It all would happen again. You just had to hope you weren't caught in the crossfire. See if you were, Cethin thought with a flourish, someone will mow you down, beat you, take your jewels, and leave you for dead, never bothering to relive your memory. 

"You did," Cethin told her pointedly. "Besides, no herd suits me more. And if the Bachelor herd was to break up all of us would be destroyed in the battles and Olde would become as bad as us. And sweetheart," He drawled out the word, "scars mean nothing unless you learned from them, and you don't seem to have learned because should you have met any others of my kind you'd be a slave right now." He turned to face her, "besides crossing a land bridge in shark infested water to the very herd opposing us would be treacherous and unrewarding." He turned towards the grullo and smiled ever so slightly. "Though now that you do know of me I suppose you shouldn't fear me." He chuckled and took a few steps into the woodland, heading back to his shared meadow. "When, Miss, might I see you again? Or might I never catch a glimpse of you in years to come?" He flicked his ears and swished his tail impatiently.

Cethin snaked away from her, standing from the ground again, eyes full of fury. He stepped towards her, "Never mind mare, the next time we meet you'll hopefully be lying as a corpse on the ground. I don't bother with impudent bitches like you." He turned tail and stalked away, no point in fighting the frightened and nervous mare. Fear spurred one on with the power of a lion. He walked through the trees and shook the sand off his pelt. Still walking along with pinned ears and a burning hatred. If she followed him he wouldn't by then be the peaceful one. Their next meeting would be a fight for sure and hopefully one mare wouldn't be returning to his sight again.

Cethin stopped short and looked over his shoulder, cocking his head. This mare was a mess. He laughed silently and turned to face her. He sat down on his haunches lazily and stared at her tear strewn face. "When I was a foal, I had a best friend. Really my only friend." He took a deep breath recalling the events.
"We came here one day hoping to play in the shallow water and to chase seagulls like children often do, but currents changed and dragged both us out to sea. I was the only one they rescued."

He finished quietly, paraphrasing the tragic story for him and the herd. "Now what do you see when you look at me. The deadly current that could pose something of a threat, or of the rescuers." He looked imploringly at the mare who's come chasing after him.

Cethin flinched at the mare's touch. Only one other horse interacted in a soft way with him and that was his mate. He side stepped away from the mare and flattened his ears a bit, "Mare, you need to help yourself get stronger. You act as if you are, but that little..." He shook his head as if not knowing what to call her breakdown, "that shows you have a weakness like us all." He cocked his head and stared into her face.

"I do not wish harm to you, but if you are to actually converse with me and I will actually let a, mare, escape... you need to be stronger than me. Otherwise I owe you no respect and therefor can play with you all I want." He stepped forward and nudged her own muzzle, "I know about pain." He blinked slowly, orange eyes full of what he spoke of. The pain of memories and the pain of the future to come.