Light at the end of the tunnel (OPEN)

The tunnels that made up the home of the Breim herd seemed darker now that Mia was gone. The shadows were longer and the caverns wider. It may have been many years since the death of Rouchue’s dear sister but it hurt as though it had just been yesterday. Perhaps that fact that would have been her birthday that day made it seem all the more fresh, but either way as Rou wandered the labrinth his heart felt as though it were made of lead. Each year on Mia’s birthday and the anniversary of her death the stallion would stand vigil in the cave where she died and look at the painting he had done of her following the sad event. Never one for crying the Maker would simply stand there and contemplate anything that happened to cross his mind, mainly anger at his parents or sadness at his loss. Despite being an outgoing and popular horse Rou always felt so alone.

The meandering path that led to the tunnel where she died was engraved into Rouchue’s mind, so much so that he could probably canter it backwards with his eyes shut. Not many travelled that way, the twisting tunnels of the Labrinth cast fear into the hearts of amateur explorers, which was nice and the fact that no one had ruined his painting either pleased him greatly. He didn’t know what he would do if someone actually did, he was not a violent horse but Mia had meant a lot to him and her painting was all that he had left to remember her by. Letting the breath he had subconsciously holding puff out of his slightly open mouth he readied himself before rounding the corner and coming face to face with the likeness of his baby sister that decorated the otherwise bleak cavern wall.

(OOC notes: I promise Rouchue isn't some depressed stally, I just had no idea how to start this. Absolutely anyone is welcome to join ))