The voices had finally stopped whispering.
A steady clopping filled Claire’s ears as she finally began to wake, the sound comforting and familiar combined with the unnaturally smooth ripples of muscle beneath her, rather than a jostling gait of any regular horse. The girl’s fingers curled against the black mane of hair the consisted of her pillow before burying her face against it with a quiet groan.
“What time is it?” Beneath her the huge shire horse tossed his head upward almost pointing to the sky with a low sputter. “No way, it can’t be that late in the day-“ Claire finally pushed herself up from her position slumped forward on Thanatos to tilt her own head up, squinting at the bright light that filtered down from the trees above.
“No fucking way.” The dullahan let out a long suffering sigh and lifted a hand to run through her unruly hair, puffing her cheeks out before slowly exhaling. “Hell of a run last night, huh?” But at least the voices were quiet again.
It didn’t happen often that the whisperings started. To be honest it hadn’t in months, maybe even bordering on a year, but just recently – when her friend and first ‘assignment’ – had moved on they had started again. It wasn’t anything malicious, that Claire knew. It was almost comforting, a soft calling to come search for them. Find them, call back to them and bring them home. It sparked that wanderlust in Claire, and like clockwork she’d always follow.
So last night her and Thanatos followed the same old pattern and ended up scouring the more recluse countryside outside the city once night fell, her friend patiently putting up with her subtle tugs and pulls on the human spine wrapped about his neck to lead him. At first she chattered like usual to him, but as the night wore on Claire became quiet before she finally lost her head – literally. The rest of the night it remained cradled in her lap, arm protectively around her precious bundle as her eyes darted about in the dark light. It was a useless endeavour – in the darkness it seemed like a haze was always covering her eyes.
Claire never noticed when she started to close in on it, but Thanatos always did. Of course he would, he’s a smart horse, and after passing the same deer crossing sign the fifth time that night anyone would catch on if they weren’t visually impaired. He never protested and just let his rider urge him into gradually tighter loops until finally, finally she called him to stop from their endless walk. It was here, by that same sign and lonely little road the Dullahan curled her fingers into her hair and lifted her head right up, eyes darting and body tense but no sound coming from her grinning lips. They had to have stayed like that for upwards of ten minutes in the cold morning air before the first rays of sunshine finally began to peak over the horizon, and with it the exhaustion hit with the force of a tidal wave.
Thanatos was patient as ever as Claire grudgingly lowered her head to place upon her neck once more, the black smoky tendrils that leaked from the wounds curling about each other before finally fusing into a shaky seam. It wouldn’t hold against the right application of force, but it was enough to pass as normal. Claire had barely pulled the collar of her jacket up to hide it before almost flopping onto Thanatos and patting his muscled side.
“Next time, buddy, next time.” And as always Thanatos obeyed the unsaid command even as Claire buried her nose into the thick mane on his broad neck, falling asleep to his steady movements. It was like this every time, never ending in anything significant happening. Despite it every time they ended up out anyway, searching and searching.
After all, it was the whispers that lead Claire to first call out for Thanatos on his last day.
Of course now that they were almost home free it was fairly late in the day already, and despite being a behemoth of a horse sleeping on Thanatos was not good for Claire’s spine. The one in her body, at least; the one around Thanatos’ neck was fine where it was. Her hair was probably in need of a brushing too. Nothing to do about it though, now that they had finally reached their destination.
Hidden on the edge of a relatively unused hiking trail, far from the apartments and on the edge of the city Claire finally slipped off Thanatos, having to make a small jump to properly land and immediately beginning to stretch with a series of pops from her joints. She glanced to Thanatos with her ever present grin only to gesture to herself, other hand combing through her hair with her long fingers.
“Do I look like a mess?” Thanatos snorted and stomped his hoof, only to try and lean in and lick his rider. Claire immediately jerked back with a laugh in response, swatting at his nose. “Hey, hey! I’m not that desperate.” Deciding her hair was a lost cause Claire finally turned, stretching her hands above her head with a low grunt as her joints popped.
“You know, at least Luciana has a cushion. Maybe if we got you a saddle…” Immediately Thanatos reared up as though personally offended, only making Claire laugh harder. “Alright, alright, no saddle and no Luciana, I get it!” When he landed again, harrumphing and tossing his head Claire just reached over to put an arm around his neck, standing on her tip toes to do so.
“Thanks for the ride buddy, I’ll see you at home.” Thanatos whinnied, gave an affectionate nuzzle to Claire, and like that the black horse stepped back and seemed to just … dissolve. It was hidden from any prying eyes in this wilderness but none the less Claire was quick to move on from the site, soon finding the trail and within a few minutes of following it ending up right in the parking lot just outside. There was a Saad parked nearby, but all Claire was concerned with was Luciana. The chrome motorcycle, last year’s model of Suzuki Boulevard, sat patiently waiting in its spot she had left it last night before meeting up with Thanatos. Almost unconsciously Claire couldn’t help but pat the challis of her ‘metal horse’ as she got near, retrieving the helmet before mounting up to return home.
Luciana was fast, but Claire was still constricted by inconvenient things like ‘speed limits’ and ‘public safety’. It was definitely at least the afternoon when she finally rolled up to Primrose Terrace, and Thanatos would likely be pleased with the way his rider almost ditched Luciana as soon as she could to venture into the house, immediately making a bee line for the kitchen.
Awful lot of people today.
“Afternoon!” The Dullahan called out in a cheerful voice that matched her wide grin even as she single mindedly went toward the kitchen. Claire barely paid attention to anyone before immediately breaking into the fridge to grab an apple, biting into it and raising up. Slowly the images of the others she passed filtered into her mind. People crowded in the lounge, one of the new residents’s head soaked in the kitchen and smelling of cleaning agent, and if she recalled Marie looked ready to murder someone.
Claire’s chewing slowed and she backed up to the doorway of the kitchen, glancing down the hall and back in, repeating the motion several times. Even she could see the chaos that had exploded. She swore bodyguards couldn’t have a night off without everything getting flipped on its head.
“So… what warzone happened here?”