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Azar couldn’t say it was the first time he’d tripped and fallen, but it was the first time in a long while. He’d been trekking back down the mountain with the threat of an incoming snowstorm. The air was brisk, and his breath puffed around his head in great gusts of air. He could have sworn there had been something, someone to blame for his stumble. However, he couldn’t recall anything in particular now, looking back. He’d caught his hoof on a stone. Desperately scrambling to regain his footing, he ended up flipping himself over head first onto his back like a trapped turtle.

Thankfully, he had enough sense to tuck his legs up under himself before he rotated the rest of the way, the air knocked clean out his lungs. A large rock thankfully stopped his descent, and he hit it none too gently. A little wheeze escaped his chest and he lay still in the snow for a few moments to catch his breath. Flurries fluttered from the sky like angelic butterflies, landing on his nose and melting into nothing. He could have sworn that he could hear them laughing. Instead of getting angry, however, his ears flicked forward as he rolled himself so he was at least propped up. He stared up at the sky above for a few moments, sticking out his tongue to catch a flurry before laughing. He was sore, for sure, but what good would getting annoyed do? He found good reason in that, and slowly climbed to his feet.

His back ached. He walked with his head down, a limp in his stride as he meandered back towards a less steep part of the slope. He leaned lightly against the boulder that had saved him as he stepped around, and he found himself face to face with another sharp drop off. He raised his brows, making a soft sound in the back of his throat. Well, he thought. It could have been worse.

Azar dropped his head as he made his way down the hill, watching his footing as he rocked back onto his haunches to make his descent. He’d anticipated that there would be a cliffside, but not an entire cavern. Ah, well he supposed his bad luck had run out. He stepped forward slowly, carefully to inspect the entrance first. He wouldn’t just walk right into a cave without checking it for predators first. He wasn’t going to be travelling far today, and a nice dry, warm place to rest would be ideal.

Almost too ideal.

After thoroughly inspecting the cave, he’d settled in to sleep for a bit, watching the snow outside through half lidded eyes. He was blissfully alone for an hour or so, but no more. A dark shadow blocked the entrance, huddling his large frame through. He was massive, solid muscle with a swagger to his stride that should have belonged to a god. And yet he held his head low, looking beaten and battered. He hadn’t noticed Azar yet.

The stranger was more visible once he was out of the cavernous maw of the smaller stallion’s shelter. He had empty eyes and a scowl drawn upon his lips. Azar couldn’t tell yet if he was injured or if that was just the look he always bore. He was holding his breath, not really prepared for a confrontation should one arise. This stallion was large, threatening, and built like a wall, everything that Azar was not. Quite frankly, he didn’t want him to notice him. Was it just wishful thinking that the two would share this cave, the newcomer blissfully unaware of the other stallion’s presence? The chances were very slim.

They grew even slimmer as the leopard stallion’s nostrils flared, and he jerked his head up. “Who’s here?” He demanded, his voice deep and booming. It sent a shudder down Azar’s spine and he took in a gasp of air. He cursed himself for the meekness of his own voice as it came out. It was broken and raspy like he hadn’t used it in a long time. “M-me.” He said dumbly, slowly inching forward from the darkness.

The other stiffened at the response that he received, flattening his ears against his head and snaking his neck down towards him. “And who is, ‘me’, kid?” The demand came out sharply, defensively. It was almost like he was afraid.

“A-Azar. Son of Azazel.” He sounded more sure of himself the more he spoke, lifting his own head in response to the defensive stance of the other stallion. He didn’t really want to come across as a threat. He didn’t want to fight. “And who are you?”

“Carraphim.” The response was as simple and as clean cut as the exterior of this stallion’s attitude seemed to be. “You’re in my cave.” Ah, right to the point too.

“Your cave? I didn’t smell anyone else here when I came in. I didn’t mean to-” Azar hardly got a word out before he was cut off.

“It’s my cave now. You can leave.” Carraphim said firmly. He didn’t seem to want to fight either. Both were alone and vulnerable like this to begin with. One was injured, and the other was unreadable. The leopard mustang seemed to know of Azar’s weakness, staring at him like he was looking directly through him. He didn’t seem like he was going to take no for an answer.

“You see, I would be happy to get out of your cave under any normal circumstance, but I’m afraid I took a stumble and I’m not going anywhere for awhile.” The little grey explained slowly, watching the expression of the other stallion cautiously. His posture didn’t change, his ears still pinned, lips drawn into a tight frown.

“That’s not my problem.” Carra was brutally unrelenting. He took a step closer, almost as though he wanted to push the smaller stallion away. However, Azar didn’t budge, be it by some wave of courage that washed over him or sheer stupidity. “You can leave.”

“I’m not leaving.” He shocked himself again with his words and the sturdiness of his tone. He turned his head to follow the motion of the other stallion who was stalking around him as if sizing up to him. “I can’t.” He added, as though that was going to correct his previous statement.

Carraphim paused, staring back at him and meeting his gaze. The two held each other’s stare, one glowering and the other watchful. It was the larger stallion that relented, his expression softening with a sort of mutual understanding. “I can’t either.” He muttered.

Azar didn’t ask why, as he impulsively desired to. Instead, he phrased his next words more carefully. “Then… why don’t we stay here together?” He tried not to look too disappointed by the hesitant look on the other stallion’s face. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“I didn’t think you were.” Carra said hotly, flattening his ears again and lifting his head, almost like he was too proud to admit to his fear. It showed clear on his face though. He hadn’t had many friendly encounters in the recent past. He’d been alone for so long, he wasn’t too sure about the concept of sharing, of being so close to another stallion. Of course, past confrontations had been his own fault, but that thought didn’t ease his worry any.

“Good,” was all that Azar replied with. “Then neither of us have to worry.” He stepped back over to the wall he’d been settled against earlier. His steps were tender, and he couldn’t wait to get off of his feet for a while. He’d connected the dots by now. Carraphim was scared. Well, he wouldn’t have to be afraid if Azar was no longer a threat. And so against all of his instincts, he settled himself down on a patch of dirt in the darkness.

The other stallion didn’t move for a good few minutes. He just watched him, his muscles taught and ears perked toward him. He was just waiting for him to do something, anything. However, that something never came. It was only a few more moments before he wandered over, and Azar welcomed him with a small smile and a friendly nicker. Carraphim dropped to the ground beside him none too gracefully, his warm shoulders brushing off of the little grey mustang’s haunches.

“Thank you,” Was all that the leopard mustang said. This was the first time in a very long while that he’d felt safe in the presence of another.

The two rested together for the remainder of the day, Azar lowering his head to the cool stone beneath them soon enough. Carraphim had settled his head down upon the smaller stallions hip, and was out like a light in no time as well. He made the decision that he was going to stay with Azar, and he wouldn’t allow him to take no for an answer at this point.

WORD COUNT: 1,496

Stallion: Azar#145

In response to: Injured(Azar: 1 healing image) + Encounter Stallion + Cave

Art features: Azar#145, Carraphim
Story features: Azar#145, Carraphim
Word Count: 1,496

Aging: N/A
Healing: 1/1 Azar#145
Pregnancy: N/A

Items Used: None
Companion Animals: None

Other notes: Introducing Carraphim who I will be claiming to start a bachelor herd with Azar. I'm ridiculously attached to this boy already. He'll be staying with me for a long time.

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Follow AZAR'S Story (Since he came under my ownership)
BEGINNING | Previous <---> Next

Azar couldn’t say it was the first time he’d tripped and fallen, but it was the first time in a long while. He’d been trekking back down the mountain with the threat of an incoming snowstorm. The air was brisk, and his breath puffed around his head in great gusts of air. He could have sworn there had been something, someone to blame for his stumble. However, he couldn’t recall anything in particular now, looking back. He’d caught his hoof on a stone. Desperately scrambling to regain his footing, he ended up flipping himself over head first onto his back like a trapped turtle.

Thankfully, he had enough sense to tuck his legs up under himself before he rotated the rest of the way, the air knocked clean out his lungs. A large rock thankfully stopped his descent, and he hit it none too gently. A little wheeze escaped his chest and he lay still in the snow for a few moments to catch his breath. Flurries fluttered from the sky like angelic butterflies, landing on his nose and melting into nothing. He could have sworn that he could hear them laughing. Instead of getting angry, however, his ears flicked forward as he rolled himself so he was at least propped up. He stared up at the sky above for a few moments, sticking out his tongue to catch a flurry before laughing. He was sore, for sure, but what good would getting annoyed do? He found good reason in that, and slowly climbed to his feet.

His back ached. He walked with his head down, a limp in his stride as he meandered back towards a less steep part of the slope. He leaned lightly against the boulder that had saved him as he stepped around, and he found himself face to face with another sharp drop off. He raised his brows, making a soft sound in the back of his throat. Well, he thought. It could have been worse.

Azar dropped his head as he made his way down the hill, watching his footing as he rocked back onto his haunches to make his descent. He’d anticipated that there would be a cliffside, but not an entire cavern. Ah, well he supposed his bad luck had run out. He stepped forward slowly, carefully to inspect the entrance first. He wouldn’t just walk right into a cave without checking it for predators first. He wasn’t going to be travelling far today, and a nice dry, warm place to rest would be ideal.

Almost too ideal.

After thoroughly inspecting the cave, he’d settled in to sleep for a bit, watching the snow outside through half lidded eyes. He was blissfully alone for an hour or so, but no more. A dark shadow blocked the entrance, huddling his large frame through. He was massive, solid muscle with a swagger to his stride that should have belonged to a god. And yet he held his head low, looking beaten and battered. He hadn’t noticed Azar yet.

The stranger was more visible once he was out of the cavernous maw of the smaller stallion’s shelter. He had empty eyes and a scowl drawn upon his lips. Azar couldn’t tell yet if he was injured or if that was just the look he always bore. He was holding his breath, not really prepared for a confrontation should one arise. This stallion was large, threatening, and built like a wall, everything that Azar was not. Quite frankly, he didn’t want him to notice him. Was it just wishful thinking that the two would share this cave, the newcomer blissfully unaware of the other stallion’s presence? The chances were very slim.

They grew even slimmer as the leopard stallion’s nostrils flared, and he jerked his head up. “Who’s here?” He demanded, his voice deep and booming. It sent a shudder down Azar’s spine and he took in a gasp of air. He cursed himself for the meekness of his own voice as it came out. It was broken and raspy like he hadn’t used it in a long time. “M-me.” He said dumbly, slowly inching forward from the darkness.

The other stiffened at the response that he received, flattening his ears against his head and snaking his neck down towards him. “And who is, ‘me’, kid?” The demand came out sharply, defensively. It was almost like he was afraid.

“A-Azar. Son of Azazel.” He sounded more sure of himself the more he spoke, lifting his own head in response to the defensive stance of the other stallion. He didn’t really want to come across as a threat. He didn’t want to fight. “And who are you?”

“Carraphim.” The response was as simple and as clean cut as the exterior of this stallion’s attitude seemed to be. “You’re in my cave.” Ah, right to the point too.

“Your cave? I didn’t smell anyone else here when I came in. I didn’t mean to-” Azar hardly got a word out before he was cut off.

“It’s my cave now. You can leave.” Carraphim said firmly. He didn’t seem to want to fight either. Both were alone and vulnerable like this to begin with. One was injured, and the other was unreadable. The leopard mustang seemed to know of Azar’s weakness, staring at him like he was looking directly through him. He didn’t seem like he was going to take no for an answer.

“You see, I would be happy to get out of your cave under any normal circumstance, but I’m afraid I took a stumble and I’m not going anywhere for awhile.” The little grey explained slowly, watching the expression of the other stallion cautiously. His posture didn’t change, his ears still pinned, lips drawn into a tight frown.

“That’s not my problem.” Carra was brutally unrelenting. He took a step closer, almost as though he wanted to push the smaller stallion away. However, Azar didn’t budge, be it by some wave of courage that washed over him or sheer stupidity. “You can leave.”

“I’m not leaving.” He shocked himself again with his words and the sturdiness of his tone. He turned his head to follow the motion of the other stallion who was stalking around him as if sizing up to him. “I can’t.” He added, as though that was going to correct his previous statement.

Carraphim paused, staring back at him and meeting his gaze. The two held each other’s stare, one glowering and the other watchful. It was the larger stallion that relented, his expression softening with a sort of mutual understanding. “I can’t either.” He muttered.

Azar didn’t ask why, as he impulsively desired to. Instead, he phrased his next words more carefully. “Then… why don’t we stay here together?” He tried not to look too disappointed by the hesitant look on the other stallion’s face. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“I didn’t think you were.” Carra said hotly, flattening his ears again and lifting his head, almost like he was too proud to admit to his fear. It showed clear on his face though. He hadn’t had many friendly encounters in the recent past. He’d been alone for so long, he wasn’t too sure about the concept of sharing, of being so close to another stallion. Of course, past confrontations had been his own fault, but that thought didn’t ease his worry any.

“Good,” was all that Azar replied with. “Then neither of us have to worry.” He stepped back over to the wall he’d been settled against earlier. His steps were tender, and he couldn’t wait to get off of his feet for a while. He’d connected the dots by now. Carraphim was scared. Well, he wouldn’t have to be afraid if Azar was no longer a threat. And so against all of his instincts, he settled himself down on a patch of dirt in the darkness.

The other stallion didn’t move for a good few minutes. He just watched him, his muscles taught and ears perked toward him. He was just waiting for him to do something, anything. However, that something never came. It was only a few more moments before he wandered over, and Azar welcomed him with a small smile and a friendly nicker. Carraphim dropped to the ground beside him none too gracefully, his warm shoulders brushing off of the little grey mustang’s haunches.

“Thank you,” Was all that the leopard mustang said. This was the first time in a very long while that he’d felt safe in the presence of another.

The two rested together for the remainder of the day, Azar lowering his head to the cool stone beneath them soon enough. Carraphim had settled his head down upon the smaller stallions hip, and was out like a light in no time as well. He made the decision that he was going to stay with Azar, and he wouldn’t allow him to take no for an answer at this point.

WORD COUNT: 1,496

Stallion: Azar#145

In response to: Injured(Azar: 1 healing image) + Encounter Stallion + Cave

Art features: Azar#145, Carraphim
Story features: Azar#145, Carraphim
Word Count: 1,496

Aging: N/A
Healing: 1/1 Azar#145
Pregnancy: N/A

Items Used: None
Companion Animals: None

Other notes: Introducing Carraphim who I will be claiming to start a bachelor herd with Azar. I'm ridiculously attached to this boy already. He'll be staying with me for a long time.