tags: @Araxes @Torstein @cynix // code © inkbone
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The weather was wretched, but Sia couldn't lie - he loved it when the sky poured down upon them. His dark colored locks plastered against his speckled ivory skin, his braids heavy and his skin cold. But the mud! The mud was the best of all. It coated his shins as he and Cynix gallivanted about while the heavens cried.
But it wasn't the thunder nor the lightning that pulled his attention and drug it so sharply away from the wet ground at his hooves. It was a loud clamor - hooves on rock, shrieks, gritty conversation that were as rough as the sand on the beaches themselves.
And Siavax felt his stomach sink, felt his heart pull into his throat. Something wasn't right... and then he heard the bellows, the pained screams - the former coming from a voice he knew all too well.
Blue eyes met Cynix's red ones, and within a split second the darted away from the tops of the cliffs, and headed towards the winding path that led to the Terminus' beach below.
He wasn't ready for the red that streaked the sand, wasn't ready for the metallic, coppery smell of the crimson liquid that saturated the air and choked his nostrils. Nor the mangled body speared onto the cliff-side, eyes vacant and dead. Icey eyes darted between the body and the duo on the outcropping of rocks.
Mom.
"MOM!" came the shriek, and his hooves felt like wings beneath his body, peeling him away from the nauseating sight and whisking him towards his parents.
For a brief moment, dark thoughts crossed the young colt's mind... He ... dad.... did this to her, didn't he? But he mentally punched himself in the gut for daring to think such thoughts. Even if his father was a monster like others whispered he was....
If Siavax let those bitter thoughts fill his mind, how was he any better than those who judged him unfairly, a colt who had done nothing wrong?
