I'm coming home.... Posted on July 25, 2015 at 03:06:09 AM by Braylen
Braylen
stallion | 15.1hh | palomino tovero | keeper of no where
After speaking with Pagan, Braylen had immediately went to the salty water and began to swim back towards Atlantis. Despite exhaustion dragging at his limbs and hunger gnawing at his belly, the stallion pushed on with the worry of Abigail's fate. When the stallion had claimed his land, Braylen hadn't been given the chance to search for the mare and he knew should the stranger find her; with such a beautiful coat and lovely personality, that Braylen would never get her back. But even now he held hope that somehow she had managed to escape that terrible fate.
But would it be so terrible? What if the stallion wasn't some monster; that he would succeed in life where Braylen had failed so far? The thought of Georgiana and Isobel's disappearance made his heart ache, but the memory of finding Hickere..... well, Braylen just couldn't think about that. That loss hurt too much.
Pulling himself up onto the shores of Paradise, Braylen walked along the edge of the water as he scented the air for the mare. The remains of his smell along with hers was so faint it might as well not even exist. But he did not give up home and followed along the water, even as the sand gave way to rock and the palm trees gave way to pillars and shelves of rock. Suddenly a scent he recognized filled his nose; one he had not scented since childhood. "Jabberwocky?" he muttered to himself and quickly left the short as his speed picked up into a trot. The adrenaline and worry was the only thing that kept the stallion going, otherwise he might have fell over by now.
When the scent of Abigail filled his nose as well, Braylen stopped. He had ventured deeper into the territory now and both hope and shock coiled inside the stallion. Had she left him for the older draft stallion? Or had she just taken shelter here? Taking in a deep breath, Braylen released a call and hoped that soon he would find his answer.