Posted on November 5, 2019 at 03:25:47 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Tavas looked out across the towering orange hills of sand with fear showing through the whites of her eyes. Panic was beginning to set in. She was the farthest she'd ever been from anyone she knew. The blanket of safety that came from living on Warsaw's island was gone. Requiem was gone. Her dam, even Shamwari and the family back on Luthien. The muscles under her still damp, yellow hide began to quiver. She was all alone out here. She was a captive. "Don't you realize who I am?" Insults flooded her brain, names she so desperately wished to spat at the puny thief standing before her. She noted his unamused look, and it just made her more angry. "Just wait until Warsaw finds out what you've done." She finally spits back at him, her golden ears buried beneath her blonde, unkempt mane. "You're ruined, you pathetic excuse for a stallion." Her mind was racing, but she attempted to quell her own fears by reminding herself that Warsaw would come. Requiem would tell his sire, and the great grey stallion would come to save her. She only had to outlast this stubby stallion until them. Tavas gave him one more up-down gaze and squealed at him, kicking out with a front leg, before tearing off toward the mountains of sand in the distance at a full gallop. T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
