Posted on October 25, 2019 at 07:29:30 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. It all happened so fast. The palomino mare had barely gotten to know the Bay and the handsome, though maybe a little dorky, Requiem when another stallion showed up. Tavas watched behind her gold-flecked eyes as Requiem was defeated, rather quickly, by a small but mighty stranger. That stranger took the opportunity to round her up on the way. Tavas called out to Requiem just once as she was pushed and shoved toward the shore, and then into the chilly surf. She didn't really understand what was happening until Tinuvel was just a hazy dot in her rearview, and she kicked feverishly against the tide in the direction this foreign stallion. They emerged onto the shoreline of the desert island Tavas had only heard about from her mother. Vita Nova had nothing good to say about the place, as such, Tavas' expression drained into one of dread. "Stay away from me." She said sternly, her voice hoarse from absently swallowing some seawater along the way. Tavas, at just nearly three years old, had only swum one other time in her short life, from Luthien to Tinuvel. Her thick, wavy blonde tail slapped against the side of her haunches with a soaken thwap. "What is wrong with you? Why would you do this to me?" T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
