Posted on November 2, 2020 at 04:20:43 AM by T y r
 Tyr stands quiet in the Lagoon, the darkness resting over him as the moon dared not peek out of the clouds it hid behind. Though the stallion stated his hunger twice, the vigor of youth made the brute feel restless. The scent of mares would not leave his sensitive nostrils, causing him to give a sudden toss of his head. Long, silver mane rises from one side of his neck and lands on the other. The tendrils tickle at his ears, making him give a shake of his head. Uncomfortable, he couldn’t seem to be still. Feathered front hoof giving a final stomp before he can handle it no longer. Moving away from where he stood beneath a tree next to a still pool of water, he leaves behind the Lagoon and once again sets out to the salty sea. Just as before, he makes his course at random, leaving it to chance which island he arrives at. When the stallion finally clamors back up onto solid ground once more, he is surprised at the crisp air that meets him. It is refreshing in the wake of where he has been, and he cant help but stand there as the waves wash around his hooves and let his lungs drink in the cold. But just as every where else he has went, the smell of female filters into his nose. Unable to help himself, Tyr ventures away from the shore. He knows that another stallion lives here, his scent was evident too. But the big beast does not care. He has never cared in the way of the world’s rules. Instead, he strides with confidence into another’s home, following the scent smell he could not deny. He is still afar when he first spots the red mare, and he cannot help but pause as he takes in her beauty. Just like the forest mare, she is tall though not made of the same draft lineage. It does not matter though. He only sees the potential in what she might create and cannot help but walk closer, giving a warm nicker for only her ears as he draws near. He hopes in the cover of the night they will not be disturbed, but it was worth the risk he knew he took. |
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- let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe November 2, 2020 at 05:44:15 AM
- ~ to run is to die tired. - By T y r November 2, 2020 at 06:17:31 AM
- let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe November 2, 2020 at 06:57:13 AM
- ~ to run is to die tired. - By T y r November 2, 2020 at 02:52:20 PM
- [ x ] - By Kvothe November 3, 2020 at 05:19:18 AM
- ~ to run is to die tired. - By T y r November 2, 2020 at 02:52:20 PM
- let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe November 2, 2020 at 06:57:13 AM
- ~ to run is to die tired. - By T y r November 2, 2020 at 06:17:31 AM
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