Rip me open. admire the ivory beneath || ANY

[Krigare]

He has not been here for so long. Not since his humiliating defeat on the rudy plains. 

His defeat to a child. 

Granted the ebony boy had been a shifter, one capable of things many were not. But Krigare had been a coward, too afraid to lose his own life to fight back. He had run far away from Beqanna, evading even the rules set by his challenger. Deep scars now marred most of his chest and neck. Their prominent lines were ugly reminders of his own shame. In his wake, he had abandoned Zephyr. Even now he was abandoning her, too afraid to face whatever emotions he had stirred. 

Perhaps she hated him, maybe she missed him, perhaps (what he wished for her most) she moved on. Perhaps she had found someone to make her happy. To stay. 

Krigare had never been good at the family scene, one woman, and a child a horrific reminder of that notion. The thought of his boy brought acid to the back of the bay stag's throat. Hot bubbling pain mixed with anguish resting behind the ivory bones of his chest. 

He pushed the thoughts of the smiling boy out of his mind. For the child had never been his. He had made sure of that the night he abandoned him. The night a stallion more equipped to father him had swooped him into the night. Into a life much happier than anything Krigare could have offered.

Where he stood now felt foreign, the same forest as it had been all those months ago.. but somehow different. Every kingdom he thought he had known was gone. Offspring had moved on to greater things, so had everyone else his age. Krigare could not deny the good they were doing for Beqanna, but he couldn't help but feel lost. 

With hooded eyes he watched the trees sway with the wind, the spring bringing a storm to him. How fitting for the mood.

When the bay stallion was done here he would go to Loess. He would live out his sentence and perhaps make himself at home. For the time being, he felt to haunted to return to Tephra. 

Too frightened. 

If she came to face him first he would not run, but his heart could allow nothing more than cowardice now. 

He only wished to talk to someone before he went. 

To speak with anyone.

(OOC: This rambles so badly BUT basically he is moping and readying himself to go to loess.)