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Falls

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turn men into beasts [Kvothe]



Tyr had told himself that he would stay away. That he would stay locked up in the Lagoon while she stayed tucked away in the Peak and in the Falls. But as the season was coming to an end, so did the giant stallion’s control. Leaving behind the confines of his makeshift prison, he used the cover of the night with the moon guiding him to try and find her. It was ridiculous really, to nearly feel like a herd stallion despite the life he had chosen for himself as a bachelor. Kiraz should be enough. The little mare had accepted him, lived with him, and there was nothing to hide. And should he ever need the sweet pleasure of misery, Dredge was surely to give it to him. Yet, somehow, Tyr felt addicted to whatever it was Kvothe gave him and the withdrawals he felt now, of all times, were nearly suffocating.


As Tyr finally reached the border between the Peak and the Falls, the stallion stopped. His ears twisted for any sounds aside from the hoot of a nearby owl, and the whispers of a soft breeze through the canopy of leaves over head. She was close, he could scent her and the growing foal nearby. But the red mare was elusive in her solitude, making it harder for him to find her. So, giving a low nicker, the deep baritones sounding more like a growl, Tyr hoped that she would hear and come to his beckoning.

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stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosaa | 18hh

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