Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
The wolf/horse swings around on him and the bear instantly returns, protecting it’s own interests. It might be amusing to a bystander, these two shapeshifter’s that didn’t seem to know if they were coming or going. A few minutes pass and the stranger seems to calm himself, apologizing to the earth as his head hangs low. Slowly the one eyed stallion relaxes, morphing back into the flaxen chestnut form he had been born to. There is grief in the depth of his eye as he looks at the young colt, giving a soft nod of understanding. For he knows this all too well. Hard memories already stirring and pressing at the sides of his brain.
”It’s alright. I…” He pauses for a moment. ”I understand.” His empty socket, marked with those three long claw marks, exposed as he shakes his head slightly. His words don’t seem to matter, the boy already withdrawing into himself. Trying to pretend like whatever he had been through had never even happened. A low long exhale, his heart rendering for the boy even as a slow sense of dread crawls upon him.
”Yes this is Beqanna. We are in the Meadow.” He states slowly, not because he thinks the colt is stupid but already knowing he’s overwhelmed. Hesitating about Taiga, a land he is unfamiliar with. ”I would assume so.” Little does he know. ”My names Ledger, I’m from Tephra.” Another pause, extending his muzzle slightly. He needs to know, he needs to know if the threat was back. Slowly, hesitatingly… ”Where… Where were you?”
Ledger