weathered

Ruwin

Ruwin was no stranger to being alone. However, he had chosen it. Had destroyed the world where he had had everything. Now he had nothing and the only horses he could somewhat call friends had vanished entirely. But he was used to that. People came and went in his life, never sticking around for long. It was disappointing, but not surprising. He didn't deserve to have lasting bonds, nor did he seek to create any because of it.

Life was fickle, horses were even fickler. Only his machines remained by his side. Constant and never changing. In a world where EVERYTHING changed, it was one of the few constants he had to rely upon. At least, until the rift decided to change that on him. He couldn't even look to the constant of time, fore not all would die as he would. Some would live on, immortal until their weakness was discovered. Well, perhaps then he could look to that as a constant. Death would find you, it was only a matter of time.

Perhaps one thing he could expect was running into the daughter of the mare that had managed to step into the somewhat-friend zone. Fate surely had a funny way of toying with him. Just as he was getting used to not seeing her again, she showed up. Or this time it was her daughter. The one who bore the name of his mother. "Aei'ith." He said, his voice cool and calm upon the air as he observed her with a stoic expression.

talk talk talk talk

I used to recognize myself

Funny how reflections change

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