Posted on September 21, 2023 at 03:10:01 AM by Tyr
The wind the sea brings to him is filled with many scents. The salt, the sand, the residence and whatever lay out over the horizon. So, when the mare stops below him, the sea gives her away too. Causing Tyr to turn his green blue eyes down the sheer rock wall to the dainty figure below. His ears cup forward, catching the sound of the stranger’s call as it echoes up to him. It is not distressed, so after Tyr lets out a deep bellowing call back, he does not hurry as he turns away from the painted sky and slips into the greenery’s tight embrace.
Following a trail created long before he had called this territory home, Tyr weaved through the trees, ducking his head from the vines as the land sloped down in an arch to the beach. So when he emerged from the jungle, he was behind the mare that had been waiting for him. Letting out a quieter nicker to call her attention to him, Tyr strode across the sandy shore with purpose, but he did not run. Long gone were the days when he simply frolicked or made such effort to rush a newcomer because of impatience.
When the giant stallion reaches the mare, he extends his nose to offer a proper greeting. But now that he was closer, he could see the fine sheen of sweat along her flank and neck that suggested her long run, and the sand sprayed against her swollen belly and thin legs. Perhaps he had been wrong in thinking she was not in any sort of trouble? “My name is Tyr, King of the Ridge.” he introduced, his voice deep and graveled. “Why are you here?”
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