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Azzan: *wanders about, head hung low to the ground and lolling from side to side* No.... No, not lost......... Lost.... So lost.... Not lost.

Azzan's head swung off to the side as he looked at the skeletal marked mare from the corner of his colorless eyes. "No... No go. Not going anywhere. Not an adventure. Just..... Lost." His head dropped down and he gave a sigh. He furrowed his brow though at the sound of singing and peeked at the singing kelpi for a brief moment before his gaze once again fell to the ground in a vacant stare.

Azzan froze as he was circled, not liking it. He had circled 'prey' one too many times in such a fashion. But he didnt see her action as malicious; merely a way to get closer and converse. "Family..... Lost." He muttered, feeling helpless about the situation. "Ravah.... Lost." He whispered even quieter. He had not see his master in quite some time. But then a chuckle escaped his navy lips. "And Mind..." he said, lifting his head to look at the mare. "Lost. Not open, just lost. I cant be helped..... I dont know... I dont think."

Azzan snorted, though not at the mare that was speaking to him. He looked to the ground and chewed for a moment in thought, the sound of his teeth grinding quietly coming from him. Finally, as if coming to a conclusion, he turned to face the mare, raising his head to it's full height for the first time in quite a while. "How?" He questioned, colorless eyes fixed on the mares face as he peeked from behind ebony bangs. Unlike usual, this was not a gaze of madness, of confusion, or of maniacal intent - it was a pleading look, almost as if he was begging for hope of some sort, some glimmer of light in the darkness.

Azzan raised a skeptical brow, but he nodded and followed the mare anyways. Despite his lack of belief that the mare could help, and that the mare could really foretell the future, she seemed confident in her abilities. Either way, no harm could be done in trying - well, no more harm than had already been done.

The stallion paused for a moment as the scent of rotten blood filled his nostrils. Death and decay loomed in the air, and though they were typically foreboding signs to most the stallion began to grin. His head began to sway from side to side in a serpentine manner and he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He was not one to shun death - and indeed it was a welcoming scene. A gleam came to his eye as he lowered his head to peek into the cage. How many of such creatures had he killed in the past years? More than he could remember. What was one more? "That one..." He said as he pointed to a racoon. So far, at least to Azzan, things were going well. Perhaps that in and of itself was a sign?

Azzan watched with an intense interest as the skeletal marked mare killed the small creature, and a slight smirk spread across his maw as the warm crimson liquid spread over the stone. He didnt understand what it was that the mare was doing, he didnt understand what it was that taking the life of the small being was suppose to achieve; but, then again, he didnt care to know at that precise moment. Her words echoed like hollow promises in his ears. She had given no specifics as to what it was that his future may hold, only that it was good. Good was an opinion. As the mare approached to 'paint' him he paused, the smirk ebbing from his face. Blood was always so difficult to wash from his coat - and though he didnt mind it he knew the discomfort it would bring to his brothers and father. But...
He nodded his head, approving the mare's actions. If what she spoke of was to come true; if things truly would be 'good' for him once more; if there was hope, Azzan would do anything.

Azzan closed his eyes as the blood was placed onto him, and he stood there, still as stone, for a moment or so afterwards. It wasnt until the sound of water hitting stone reached his ears that he opened his eyes. Already the crimson liquid was beginning to dry to his coat. He had heard that in certain, older and wilder, cultures they would paint themselves with the blood of a sacrifice to gain the favors of the spirits they worshiped - perhaps the mare before him truly was a master of her craft? Perhaps she told the truth? Time would be the judge of her validity.
"I..." The stallion started, not knowing where to begin speaking of himself, nor knowing if he even should reveal such information. Instead he chose to answer the mare's other question while he contemplated. "I do feel... Better. Not cloudy... I...." He paused for a moment more, collecting his thoughts before speaking. Unlike before, his thoughts weren't broken and jagged bits of memories, feelings, and ideas - they were solid. "I am able to focus more than before." Another sign that what the mare spoke of was true. He cleared his throat and stepped over to the bowl of water, hoping to catch a glimpse of his reflection, but the blood from the mare cleaning her tail kept it from him. "As for information about me....." He gave a thoughtful sigh. "What would you like to know?

Azzan followed the mare, Hex, to the entrance of the cavern, though he would not go into it. It wasnt because he feared a trap, or that he was uncomfortable with being in another soquili's home, but because of his father. Unknown to Azzan, he was simply in one of his periods of clarity. So few and far between they had become that he had simply forgotten that he even could have them - but now that he was in one he was a shadow of his younger self, a shadow of what he was before his sanity had been lost. As such his manners, etiquette, and decorum were fully intact and it would be rude of him to be in the personal quarters of a mare without a chaperon. "There is too much to tell of my life." Azzan started as he peeked into the opening. "So many things I should have done. And even more that I should not have. I've always blamed my birth mother for how my life has turned out - and, granted, in some aspects she is the one at fault - but for the most part it has always been my own actions that have lead to the ill happenings of my life. All I ever wanted was to protect my family.... And I couldnt." He looked to the ground, anger quite clearly expressed in his features. "And now... They are lost to me, and there is nothing that I can do about it."