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~ to run is to die tired.



shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa



Tyr closed his eyes as she spoke her forgiveness, not even thinking herself worthy of it in return. How could someone so selfless and innocent even exist in the same world as Dara or others like her? Like himself? The golden stallion just continued to stand with her there in his embrace, knowing something like this would not happen for the likes of him again. Dara’s embrace was always paired with the shedding of blood, and no other mare had willingly shared her intimacy with him. Drinking in her warmth and her sweet perfume now mixed with the musk of his own scent, Tyr could hardly stand the thought of sending her home.

"A little while longer then.” Tyr replied, knowing he was being greedy with the time he spent with her. The longer he stayed, the higher chance he would come into contact with her stallion. Though Tyr was not afraid of combat, he thrived on it truthfully. The stallion did not want Kvothe to undoubtfully try and stand between them.

When time passed and Tyr knew it was time to take her home, he gently pulled away. He brushed his gentle nose against her fresh before parting completely and taking a step away. "I will escort you home.” he said, giving pause for only a second before he turned and took her back the same way they had come. Only when they had reached the shores of the Inlet would he part from her with a heavy heart and the clench of anxiety that he might not see her again.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

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