Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on January 23, 2020 at 06:09:37 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. She'd barely crossed where the sand turned to pasture when the familiar form of the cream-stallion came rushing into view. Tavas felt a chill run down the length of her spine when she recognized the stallion as Requiem. What were the chances? A great smile works its way across her whiskered lips and she calls out gleefully to him in the form of a high-pitched whinny. Requiem is quick to come to her and she waits on pins and needles for him to approach. But her excited expression turns glum when she seems the contorted look in Requiem's pale face. He looked exhausted and just generally defeated. She nickers to him quickly then, concern laced in her tone, as she reaches out with her soft muzzle to drape slowly down his neck. The stallion speaks, and his words confirm her suspicions. Immediately she feels terrible for him, for this whole ordeal. Perhaps it was unfair of her to want to see him, or to string him along in this way in an effort to get him to steal her back. She sighs heavily and hangs her head low while she thinks hard on what to say next. "Oh Requiem..." She says softly, her voice trailing off. "This is not your fault." She offers, nudging him on the shoulder to try to lift his spirits. "I'm tired of others making decisions for me." She blurts out, voicing a part of her she hadn't before. "Warsaw sent me to you. Then he sent me to Bjorn. All of this is unfair to me, to you, to him...." She flicks her tail over her haunches and snorts. "Let's talk about something else." She offers, for the time being, shifting her weight back and forth over her four hooves. "Tell me about the Cove. How is it?" She asks with a weak smirk. "Have you heard anything from my mother lately?" T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
