Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on April 7, 2020 at 03:57:28 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. The golden mare paws lazily at the cold and moist earth. Winter didn't clutch the Crossing Isle so tightly in its grip as it had Tinuvel this year. As such, she took advantage of the soaking chutes and roots that still remained, green but browning, under the season's first light layer of snow. The islands felt alive lately, moreso than they've had in the last two seasons. The mare was surprised to see so many other horses out today, and the strong, fresh scents of plenty others who'd recently passed through. Tavas took this as a sign that the war may be finally ending. Oh how she hoped that were true. She stared out across the rocky seas at the mouth of the Inlet, praying each day for Warsaw's return. Sure, she certainly wished the stallion would come back in one piece, but she was selfishly tired of all the responsibility she'd inherited when she came home. She wanted to be done. The palomino mare's ears flick forward and at attention when the sound of hoarse whicker cuts through the otherwise quiet stretch of meadow. Tavas lifts her delicately dished face and her gold-flecked eyes train onto a tall and lean looking stallion. He seemed friendly enough as he approached, so she returns his call with a high-pitched nicker of her own. Her whiskered nostrils flare as she takes in his somewhat familiar scent, and she arches her neck to share a cordial exchange of breath. Tavas flicks her wavy. blonde tail over her haunches curiously as she studies this stallion, who spoke coyly about Tinuvel. She could smell the Cove all over him even before he announced his name and where he was from. "The Cove, huh?" She asks with a playful grin across her features. But her heart was beating fast in her chest as she thought about Requiem. One day Warsaw showed up unannounced, in the thick of the war mind you, with a buckskin mare he'd captured. Later Warsaw had somehow negotiated with her to take lead of the Cove, stripping Requiem of his title. "So you must belong to that desert mare." Tavas said with a somewhat sour look on her face. Her one interaction with Shaydowfax had not gone over well in the Inlet. While loyal to her family, Tavas found the mare to be rather flippant and wholly lacking in tact. "Tell me, what's that like?" She cocks her head curiously to one side as her grin returns. She stomps a forehoof lazily as settles her weight over all fours and tries to appear unamused. But in reality, she can't keep her eyes off the splashed stallion. "I'm Tavas. And careful now, my daddy is your King." She cooed. T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
