He has managed to escape the plague. The same one that addles his siblings and most of the population in well, anywhere nowadays. The grown colt is the epitome of health - glossy and fit, if a bit on the small side. He looks it too, standing on the silvery shoreline all by himself.
His gills (usually hidden beneath the flax-pale strands of hair that fall haphazard down his muscular neck) flutter at the nearness of the sea. Sviko ignores the temptation to go for a swim, being a rare freakish sort that can breathe underwater though he has no other oceanic or fishy traits. Instead, he closes his eyes and with intent focus, emits a beam of pale blue light that shoots off across the sea like a beacon that fades out fast.
That was his singular unique talent. Besides being immortal, but he’s never put that to the test. He just implicitly trusts that death will have to try harder for him than most.
Sviko would have been content to continue wasting beams of light upon the sea, but a sudden fit of loud coughing and hacking reminds him that he’s never really alone on the beach. Concern floods his face as he meanders along until he finds the girl sprawled out in a puddle of sick heaving flesh and faint breath. He is quick to give her the tenderest of nuzzles, as he murmurs, “It’ll be okay, we’ll get a healer here soon for you.”
A moment ago he’d knelt beside her to say this, to touch her skeletal form with his nose. He did not shudder, merely Rose with a boyish grace he’d yet to shake for all that he was a stallion grown and sprang off to find one of the healers he knew was there. Or one of his mothers; they’d know what to do! “Mom! Mother!” he shouts, wild-eyed and snorting as he runs around looking for someone who can help.
Sviko wasn’t quite in a panic yet…
“We need a healer on the shore, quick!”
and with that, he runs back to the frail girl and gently lays himself down beside her to offer warmth and support. It was the least he could do.
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