Takara clenched the headband in her hand, sighing in frustration.
"Who am I, Yoru? No matter how hard I try all I get is a blank. Why can't I remember?"
Yoru could only nicker softly and nudge her shoulder by way of reply as she sniffled and threw her arms around his strong neck, crying quietly into his midnight mane. It was times like this that the stallion wished he had a voice.
A scene from a later chapter in my Naruto fic 'Eye of the Beholder'.
I still can't draw humans for nuts but I had heaps of fun putting this pic together :)
Takara and Yoru © me
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