Posted on November 11, 2019 at 06:45:27 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Much to Tavas' delight, her captive period on Salem did not last long. Bjorn herded her into the sea with the same indifference he'd offered when he first stole her away from the Bay and Requiem. The pony stallion certainly didn't talk much, and when he did, Tavas hardly knew what he was saying. He didn't speak much of the island's common tongue. So their conversations were short and broken, at best. However, the palomino mare did not protest their move to the Ridge. It got them closer to home, and Tavas was privy enough to know that the reigning King of Atlantis was a close confidant of Warsaw's. If she was having trouble, it would be much easier to disappear down the trail to Paradise, where she'd hoped the silver bay stallion she'd never met would offer her his help. While knowing this made her feel more comfortable about the move, Tavas couldn't help but feel confused that Warsaw or Requiem hadn't come for her already. Weeks had passed since Bjorn ousted Requiem in battle, and neither Tinuvel stallion came to find her and bring her home. It made her upset and angry at varying intervals. Since arriving on Atlantis, Tavas was still quite lame. Her hind right ankle remained puffy and swollen, ever since she took quite the tumble down a cascading mountain of sand in the Dunes. The constant moving around certainly didn't help her to heal, nor did the long swim. She hobbled around three-legged for the most part with a visible limp. She cocked the hind leg up to rest often, when grazing or dozing. Tavas found herself dozing a lot in the Ridge, merely just to pass the time. She'd press her yellow body up against the trunk of sturdy tree, rest her ailing ankle, and close her eyes. She was mid-nap when she heard her name out loud, startling her to stand, albeit painfully, on all fours. Her golden ear lobes shot forward at attention, and she snorted several times in quick succession as she surveyed the foliage all around her. "Requiem?" She questioned when she spied his cream-colored frame coming toward her. Her heart somersaulted in her chest, and she shook her head wildly, both out of relief and to make sure she wasn't still dreaming. "Wow, it's really you." She said followed by a warm nicker as he got closer. Tavas wobbled on her ugly ankle to be closer to him, and pressed her cheek into his shoulder. It felt good to see him, and to feel something so familiar. Recognizing that their time together might be short, she stepped back to hear what the stallion had come to say. Bjorn could disrupt them any moment. Her ears flick back against her poll as Requiem shares that things have changed. Apparently lots of things. His question, though seemingly simple, perturbed her. "Tell me everything. What is going on?" She demanded, with a definite stomp of her good front hoof. "Bjorn isn't abusive, if that's what you mean." She admits loathingly. "But he doesn't care for me much, nor do I really like him." She flicks her blonde tail with annoyance and steps closer to Requiem again, draping her muzzle down his neck. "I want to go home, Requiem. Please take me home." T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
