Defenses and Disgrace | Evan and Rowin

Rowin | Fury

    Disgust was not a strong enough word to describe his feelings towards his actions in Talori. He had attacked others with a true and great purpose. He had been lied to about the true way the Talorians operated. He sliced open a phantom fighting for their kinds freedom, he took his eye thinking it was justice, only to learn the pegasus wanted to end a sadistic ritual that made Rowin shudder at the thought. In the end it seemed the gods wanted Rowin to pay momentarily as well. In a fall he had crushed his right wing, which was now on the mend, but left him stuck on the ground.

    Rowin got up for the day. It was quite the feat to get up. He hadn't left his home in a few days. He refused to see Ra, he didn't want to disappoint his love. Walking through the curtain he blinked away at the sunlight that hurt his blue eyes. An interesting mood lay over the Seroran herd, fear and dismay, with a touch of anger. Rowins joints cracked as he walked. His bandaged chest ached from where an axe had found its way into his flesh. He looked around now for something to do. Once his eyes found a little grey pegasus mare his heart stopped.

    He didn't recognize her. Was this a flight mare, he had heard murmurs of them being here in the herd, but there she was in broad daylight. He swallowed as his legs worked against him and took him up to that mare. Honestly he'd rather run back into his cave, pretend he didn't see. But then he found himself a few paces away from her. His mouth opened, but no words came out, so he closed it and tried again, ".. Are you a member of the flight?" He asked his voice was rough but not in an accusatory way.