You feel a tap on your shoulder.
It's a mare. They may or may not look familiar to you, but you appear very familiar to her. In her eyes is her very soul, a sense of sorrow and longing, of uncertaint... View MoreYou feel a tap on your shoulder.
It's a mare. They may or may not look familiar to you, but you appear very familiar to her. In her eyes is her very soul, a sense of sorrow and longing, of uncertainty and haste, and her doe-shaped ears are as flat back against her temples as she can get them. Her typically curled tail does not curl one bit during this interaction, as she presents something to you.
It's a.. foal. A very young colt, still wobbly, but able to walk. They slowly approach you, sniffing in your direction, and they whinny. They can't seem to speak yet.
But the foal looks really.. strange. When you look at your own body, and look at theirs..
..they look alot like you, with a mix of the mare's physical traits like a thin, Arabian-like body, doe-shaped ears, a horn, and a maneless, curled tail. Najasa nearly breaks down as you view this child, not sure what to do or say, a panic starting to quickly build up within her as she tries not to collapse, her throat is overcome with absolute terror.
''...This is Taharah. He..'' she pauses, ''...he is yours.''
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