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It had been two weeks now.
Two weeks since he died.

Not physically, but in every other sense.

His two closest companions were gone, and he was alone. So very old and alone.

If only he had not left them the day before it happened to search for shelter. If he had been there, maybe Casus wouldn't have gone off towards the cliffs and he wouldn't have...

...fallen.

But he knew, deep in his heart, if he had been there and seen Audrey pass away he would have died himself.

Now that he thought about it, that would have been preferable to die.

Rain patted down on his back, as if trying to comfort him. The fog was behind him, the blue-grey melancholic landscape ahead. Never ending. Going on and on like the sky itself.

Silas halted his slow, plodding steps and looked blankly up into the rain. He felt the sting of the wind, the tap of the drops and the wetness making his mane stick to his neck like a wet, itchy blanket.

But none of that mattered.

He had just returned from the cliffs, where he carried Casus' skull in his jaws up from the basin and lain it next to Audrey's body.

It was gruesome to see. Casus' body had been broken and he had hit several jagged rocks during his fall; he had been decapitated and a leg had been torn away, dangling high above on the serrated slope. Audrey had a much more peaceful death it appeared: old age took her in the end.

Silas had waited two weeks to fetch the decomposing head of his best friend, and predators had scavenged the body, leaving the bones nearly clean. Casus' skull was riddled with scars around the eye orbits, no doubt a sign of his father's abuse that caused the stallion to be blinded.

Audrey's body had not been touched by any living thing. Although her barrel had burst from the gasses and fermenting grasses within, her coat was dull and her eyes were sunken in, Silas still saw her shell as beautiful. Maybe it was because of his old, wandering mind.

He had left the skull's teeth just barely kissing Audrey's stiff lips.

As he looked up into the rain, he suddenly felt a sense of determination. He turned, breath fogging in the cold air, and made his way back to the bodies.

It took him some time to find his way back. Rounding hills and trees and streams, he finally found a landmark he recognized. He trotted slowly, his knees cracking with arthritis, and jogged around one last bend.

The sight he beheld made his cold heart crack in two.

A small pack of 4 starving wolves were feasting on the rotting carcass of his love.

He stood stock-still for several moments, a tear slipping from his eye.

Before he could stop himself, the roar of his cracking, aged voice split the sound of rain. He bounded forward, hooves thudding onto the slippery grass, sending water flying. The wolves looked up, and knowing in their sickly state they were no match for such a large horse as himself, quickly left the scene, only to stand under a nearby tree to watch.

Silas slid to a clumsy halt, snorting loudly. But his eyes softened as he looked down.

The skull of Casus had been toppled, so with a hoof, Silas corrected it to it's intended position. He sunk down, touching his quivering lips to that of Audrey's and Casus' teeth, and closed his eyes.

He thought upon his unending love for the deceased mare, and how she never returned his affections. It had depressed him for years, until he realized he had not lost her. For she was always with him.

He felt the wolves spring him.

He felt their teeth on his neck.

He drew in a shaky breath, and murmured, "Til death do we part."

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Description
It had been two weeks now.
Two weeks since he died.

Not physically, but in every other sense.

His two closest companions were gone, and he was alone. So very old and alone.

If only he had not left them the day before it happened to search for shelter. If he had been there, maybe Casus wouldn't have gone off towards the cliffs and he wouldn't have...

...fallen.

But he knew, deep in his heart, if he had been there and seen Audrey pass away he would have died himself.

Now that he thought about it, that would have been preferable to die.

Rain patted down on his back, as if trying to comfort him. The fog was behind him, the blue-grey melancholic landscape ahead. Never ending. Going on and on like the sky itself.

Silas halted his slow, plodding steps and looked blankly up into the rain. He felt the sting of the wind, the tap of the drops and the wetness making his mane stick to his neck like a wet, itchy blanket.

But none of that mattered.

He had just returned from the cliffs, where he carried Casus' skull in his jaws up from the basin and lain it next to Audrey's body.

It was gruesome to see. Casus' body had been broken and he had hit several jagged rocks during his fall; he had been decapitated and a leg had been torn away, dangling high above on the serrated slope. Audrey had a much more peaceful death it appeared: old age took her in the end.

Silas had waited two weeks to fetch the decomposing head of his best friend, and predators had scavenged the body, leaving the bones nearly clean. Casus' skull was riddled with scars around the eye orbits, no doubt a sign of his father's abuse that caused the stallion to be blinded.

Audrey's body had not been touched by any living thing. Although her barrel had burst from the gasses and fermenting grasses within, her coat was dull and her eyes were sunken in, Silas still saw her shell as beautiful. Maybe it was because of his old, wandering mind.

He had left the skull's teeth just barely kissing Audrey's stiff lips.

As he looked up into the rain, he suddenly felt a sense of determination. He turned, breath fogging in the cold air, and made his way back to the bodies.

It took him some time to find his way back. Rounding hills and trees and streams, he finally found a landmark he recognized. He trotted slowly, his knees cracking with arthritis, and jogged around one last bend.

The sight he beheld made his cold heart crack in two.

A small pack of 4 starving wolves were feasting on the rotting carcass of his love.

He stood stock-still for several moments, a tear slipping from his eye.

Before he could stop himself, the roar of his cracking, aged voice split the sound of rain. He bounded forward, hooves thudding onto the slippery grass, sending water flying. The wolves looked up, and knowing in their sickly state they were no match for such a large horse as himself, quickly left the scene, only to stand under a nearby tree to watch.

Silas slid to a clumsy halt, snorting loudly. But his eyes softened as he looked down.

The skull of Casus had been toppled, so with a hoof, Silas corrected it to it's intended position. He sunk down, touching his quivering lips to that of Audrey's and Casus' teeth, and closed his eyes.

He thought upon his unending love for the deceased mare, and how she never returned his affections. It had depressed him for years, until he realized he had not lost her. For she was always with him.

He felt the wolves spring him.

He felt their teeth on his neck.

He drew in a shaky breath, and murmured, "Til death do we part."

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