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Though the stallion had tried to track down his older brother it had proven to be a pointless endeavor. There was not a single sign and Akeldama knew after an hour of hunting that he’d find no clues. Many emotions tugged at the once cocky warrior who had so easily shed blood. So easily killed without a single care. Raced into battle without whatever this feeling was. It bubbled up and consumed every fibre of his being.
Then it came crashing down over his head. A cold icy spike stabbing within his chest..head whipping towards where he knew his beloved called home. No. It had been many long years but as he started galloping through the forest Akeldama finally recognized the feeling..the emotions attached. It made him feel like a foal again. Fear.
Heart hammering he paused near Conall’s territory, anxiously pacing. Checking the perimeter for any signs of his sibling or anything else dangerous. No harm could come to the one he adored. Not a single hair on his head should be out of place.
Jezebel his forever faithful wolf had managed to get home unscathed, she stood protectively rigid next to the miniature stallion. Fur on end, sharp canines on display whenever a branch cracked or a bird chirped nearby. Good. All the old fear left Akeldama on a razor's edge; he did not reveal himself. Instead he started patrolling constantly..being even more stealthy than he had been in the past. Not even dear Jezebel caught sight or scent of him.
As long as they were safe.
Then maybe the fear would dissipate.
It left Akel breathless when night fell and a new wash of the alien feeling fell over his mind..it left him struggling to find sleep. Conall wasn’t there beside him..Cinnamon & Jezebel weren’t heaped on top of the stallions..it was heartbreakingly cold. Still he fought to sleep. No harm must come to them and if that meant Akel had to stay away forever then he would! Eventually in the wee hours of morning he drifted to sleep…nightmares fueled by his fear left him struggling. Old fears came back to light. Fear of being alone forever, fear of death..and worst of all was the constant scene of him finding Conall dead. That one was bad enough that it made his eyes fly open..a soft gasp escaping his too dry mouth. “No..no please. He’s okay. I can protect them..”