Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on October 19, 2020 at 05:30:44 PM by T y r
 Much had happened since Tyr had first washed ashore on this island, but it had done little to distract him from that first day. So when the stallion drinks in her scent for the first time since their departure, he comes to an immediate halt. Head raising, his ears cup forward as his nares flare to drag the perfume deep into his lungs. It is different; it no longer holds the smell of a mother-to-be, and is mingled with the separate smell of a child at her side now. So she had given birth, and survived the experience; that was good. For a brief moment, the stallion thought of carrying on his way. He had already gathered the information he had wanted to know about the mare, that she had survived the birth, but for some odd reason he couldn’t bring himself to continue walking. Instead, curiosity and perhaps something else, changed his course and he began a slow prowl towards the thundering sound of the Falls. Before he even broke free of the vegetation, he could see her darkened form marred by just a few spots of white, standing idle at the edge of the water while she drank. As she raised her head and looked elsewhere, his multicolored gaze followed her’s to spy the filly not too far away. She looked healthy, quite lively, and colored much like her mother. This is when he should have left, but instead, he stepped free of the shadows and into the small opening. “Has she inherited your tongue?” he rumbled in greeting from behind Dredge, though stayed just out of kicking range. His gaze glittered with mischief to match the smirk now tugging at his lips. It was like a drug he knew he shouldn’t take, but here he was, enjoying his next hit. |
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