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we are the walking dead *
Posted on August 16, 2013 at 04:15:49 AM by asp *

the coffin is moving
He'd left her often in the days that followed, secure in thinking that there would be none to bother her. Tinuvel was quiet, certainly more so than the mainland, and it was entirely plausible that Asp's wanderlust ways hadn't quite left him just yet. Thus, Asp spent the majority of his time on the largest island in the archipelago; and each time he returned he grew that much more confident in the security of the Inlet. Dragonmaw was fine by herself, and if she had ever been hassled by rogue stallions she had always bettered them.

It was on one of these return trips that Asp found her, dripping wet and shivering slightly from the cool wind that blew across the sea and into the island. It promised snow, and Asp believed that he would be grounded for several days if he read the skies right.

Usually he did.

But he did not mind because he had the mare for company, and he trotted over a dune to find her standing and waiting for him, mouth foamy from the autumn grass. Asp whinnied a greeting and loped the rest of the way to her, his ears pointed forward.

He exchanged a few breathes with her, smelling where she had been and if she had come across anyone else, and was satisfied when he smelled nothing but the Inlet, the sea, and the heavy musk of himself. Blowing out with his nose, Asp stepped back and said,

“Storm's blowing in.”

His eyes searched her face to see if she had sensed it too.


asp *
five . quarter horse . red dun min. overo [ee/Aa/DD/nO] . 15.3hh . stallion . the inlet . played by hashtag






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