Falls

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~ to run is to die tired.
Posted on January 23, 2021 at 04:04:27 AM by T y r

shire x // stallion // 18 hh / Sooty Dunalino Roan Pintaloosa

A heavy breath blows free of Tyr�s flared nares, free from the scent of his brothers for the first time in seasons. He had not left his brethren�s land since the breeding season, finding the pull to all but diminish. Only with the knowledge that he had grown stagnant did he finally step free of the confines of his home, leaving behind his newest prized possession in the form of a golden colt and the mother that had given him such a gift. Kiraz had more than earned her place, and his protection, for as long as she wished to have it.

While the desert bred mare lingered on his mind, another seemed to take her place. Her sweet scent, and homely warmth that had made him think too dangerously close to the life of a herd stallion. Tyr could not forget the gentle way the mare presented herself, or the trusting way she looked at him. Kvothe. The only one that had made him feel ashamed for what he had done, despite the heat of the moment, and her acceptance of his begged apology.

As if his thoughts conjured her, Tyr only thought it to be his imagination when he caught the faint whiffs of her scent mixed with the chill of Tinuvel. But the longer he breathed it in, dragging it deep into his lungs, the more he realized it was a reality. Not only did Tinuvel cloud her sweet perfume, but so did another scent he recognized from when Kiraz had given birth to Vanir. With ears flicking atop his crown in confusion, Tyr brought his large hooves into motion.

Lurching free of the vegetation he had taken refuge in, the golden giant followed the scent of the mare until his two toned eyes finally took in the sight of her. Despite the salt water that still soaked her from her fresh swim, and the disheveled appearance of her, Kvothe was still just as beautiful as the first time he had seen her. A rumbling nicker crawled free from his chest, calling out to the red woman as he drew near. The sight of her rounded barrel gave him hope that nothing had gone wrong, but the fear lighting her eyes made his heart hammer and adrenaline spike. Looking passed her, as if to challenge whatever had sent her here in such a panic, Tyr saw nothing that he could destroy.

�Kvothe�� her name slips free of his lips in a deep murmur as he draws near, unable to prevent himself from saying it now that he had finally gotten to see her again. �What is wrong?� Tyr finds himself being tender with her as he extends his muzzle to the mare, wanting to sooth away whatever it was that ailed her. Even the reek of birth coming from her, despite the clear signs she had not yet brought the child into this world did not scare him away.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

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Replies:

let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe January 25, 2021 at 08:23:37 AM
- turn men into beasts - By Tyr January 31, 2021 at 04:18:54 AM
  - let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe February 1, 2021 at 02:22:58 AM
    - turn men into beasts - By Tyr February 11, 2021 at 02:29:14 AM
      - let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe February 16, 2021 at 07:32:32 PM

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