11-02-2018, 08:32 PM
Knaught stands by the shore, staring out into the distance as the breeze blows through his fur. His winter coat is coming in where the purple spots on him look black. The flower crown he won from the summer party in Hyaline is laying on his head. He sighs softly, knowing he might as well never go back to Hyaline as long as he's alive depending on how the plague is running rampant around Beqanna.
Knaught closes his eyes and listens to the tides crash against the rocks as he thinks about how he is willing to risk his life to protect his friends, his home. He takes a deep breath and embraces the overwhelming scent of the salt.
He thinks about his sacrifice for himself and his home, even though he wasn't known that well. He was just seen as a stallion who found a cave and stayed there for a bit. Yet, somehow that little time he was there made him fall in love with his home. His home.. He never thought of anywhere as home before, except now.
Knaught closes his eyes and listens to the tides crash against the rocks as he thinks about how he is willing to risk his life to protect his friends, his home. He takes a deep breath and embraces the overwhelming scent of the salt.
He thinks about his sacrifice for himself and his home, even though he wasn't known that well. He was just seen as a stallion who found a cave and stayed there for a bit. Yet, somehow that little time he was there made him fall in love with his home. His home.. He never thought of anywhere as home before, except now.