[AW] Tessellate

[Kauri]

burn through my love, i've had quite enough Here we are. Muzzle came close to the edge of this creek, nostrils flaring as he admired what scent it produced. It was refreshing, but hardly did it do much to suppress a feeling of nausea. The smell of greenery was starting to get to him, his body not use to such lush greens. Although the showing of active life should at least content Kauri, he held a more dissatisfied look. Where was his sand and blazing hot days? Fall hinted at itself as a cool breeze went past him. Shivering in response, a sigh left him with hooves entering the water one after another. He would find a spot to lay in, so the water may flow over him. Almost was it rejuvenating, like a certain energy enveloping his core. Dried on tar was beginning to loosen from his coat, his skin slowly gaining the ability to breathe again. Mind was empty for the moment, but soon thoughts flooded in. Everything grew quiet, scenery became darker. He wondered of his companion, his home, those that left their families to go search for him. They had no blessing to look for no more and clueless would those seeking souls continue to be for likely centuries. How long would it take for words to spread of his disappearance? How many would succumb to the desert before enough forewarnings told them to not risk it any longer? Guilt rained on him at the realization of abandonment seekers would face. Disbelief would be sure to come, then a growing mistrust for the deities of his home. Their link into the mortal world, their means of gratitude to their adherents—gone. Oh, his head was sure to be taken should he find his way back. You dare forsake us, our believers! You're pitiful. He didn't want to leave, not at all. Though would his demise truly be so bad? What a sweet release of death that could be. I'm sorry Naiosé, but such would be true. You ass. Kauri staggered back onto his legs, head shaking away what has clouded his mind. The creek seemed to do well with cleaning his left side, only his face and skull mask left with the mark of that bastard. Letting the water run off his body, he noticed a dark substance encircling him. It won't leave... A sort of rumble left his throat, muzzle dipping into the matter. He'd try to push it away with the water, but it seem to do nothing. A kick and a splash, a hop here and a stomp there. Even with exiting the water, it still followed. Growing frustrated, all he could really do was continuously beat the ground with his hooves. He neighed and grumbled, certainly becoming quite rowdy. The moon looked on at his silly antics—how could he be so afraid of his own shadow? "Speaks" | Thinks Open to anyone! <3

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