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~ to run is to die tired. [raid]



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



After his encounter with Kvothe, Tyr had felt all but forced to make the swim to Tinuvel. The need to know what had transpired upon the frozen rock a twist in his gut that he could not ignore. So, he makes landfall with the crashing waves, his hooves scoring into rocky soil with purpose. And as he comes to stand upon the shore, the cutting wind tugging at his soaked flesh, his multicolored eyes catch sight of the painted woman traveling down the same waterline he had emerged from. Her back is to him, but he can tell by the way she carries her young frame that she is itching for something. Maybe to terrify Kvothe again?


With an angered snort, his ears lace into his pale mane and he extends into a long trot towards the mare. She is much smaller than Kvothe, and seemed pony sized in comparison to his towering frame. There is no doubt that she can hear him coming, unless she is deaf, and he sweeps out wider in anticipation for her to turn towards him. Placing himself between her and inland, so the only way she could escape from him was into the waves he wanted to drive her.


“I have come for answers.” his deep voice growled out, his head snaking out at the mare “And I expect to get them.” From how she carried herself, he expected her to fight back. Tyr almost craved it. But he didn’t have the patience, or the time for such games. So, using his size, he drove at her with his broad chest to try and shove her into the surf.

Tyr ~ the tip of the spear ~

html © erin | art & character © frost




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