Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on January 20, 2020 at 01:02:19 AM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. She hadn't left the Ridge since, well, since Bjorn brought her there. It felt so strange and dangerous to leave Atlantis behind, especially now, given the war and all these things the macho stallions sure liked to talk about. Tavas wasn't scared of no war. Sure, Warsaw had declared it. But nothing had happened since. It all sounded like one big ego trying to outdo the next big one. Stallions, she mused with the roll of her eyes. But in all honesty, the Ridge was beginning to come around on her. The palomino mare certainly enjoyed the terrain and the nature of Atlantis. It was pretty, plentiful, and there was so much to explore. The seasons were the exact opposite of home. Where the summers were wonderful on Tinuvel, they were hot, humid and full of rain on Atlantis. In many ways, the monsoon season there was just as dangerous as the winter on Tinuvel. It was all so interesting to the young palomino mare, just how vastly different the two places could be. And Tavas would be lying if she said she wasn't also coming around to the company in the Ridge. Perhaps Bjorn wasn't as bad as she previously thought. And she liked Ysabel, his newly minted queen. His herd was robust - there were plenty of horses to talk to and a lot going on at any given time. And thus far, Bjorn hadn't pressured her to do anything - to come into foal, to stay put... She felt she could do as she pleased. But part of her still ached for Requiem. She'd heard he'd come for her, not once but twice now, and Bjorn fought him off. She certainly missed his company, but she also felt quite sad for the cream-colored stallion. They last time they'd seen each other, he'd shared some troubling news about happenings on Tinuvel. She briefly wondered where he was now. Maybe, just maybe she'd run into him on that island horses here called "the Crossing." Tavas was still so naive to the islands where everything was. But there was no time like the present to find out more for herself. So she took to the sea and paddled as fast as she could. The swim was daunting, but never seemed dangerous. She rose onto the shore of a stretch of land where the scents of so many of her kind almost overwhelmed her at first. She must be in the right place. T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
