Posted on September 4, 2022 at 11:05:13 PM by Tyr
It was early morning, the sun barely peeking over the crashing waves of the angry ocean. Growling upon the earth’s horizon, thunderheads were building. The promise of a coming storm. Tyr could feel it in his bones just as strongly as he could feel the tension growing on the Islands. Still, the Boss had remained quiet; watchful. Waiting to see which leaders chose to follow in the right or wrong path. Despite the seasons he waited, nothing truly boiled to a head, although it was not gone entirely either.
Stepping free of the murky, frothing waves; Tyr walked up onto the beach of Salem with as much ease as he would if it were the Crossing. The large stallion came with a purpose and his only reason to stop now, was to perk his ears towards the winds whispering secrets from the hot sands, and scent the air for the one he had come for. Rehoboam. Tyr was sure that the stallion thought he was forgotten about. It was not that the Boss had purposefully left the painted stallion to the witch’s grasp particularly on purpose, but he had intentionally waited. Seeing if the Peak would be so vengeful for a stallion in the same position as a mare. He had been given his answer, just as he had been given the same answer from his brothers in arms.
When Tyr finally caught a whiff of Rehoboam’s scent upon the wind, the giant stallion let out a booming call. It echoed in the quiet morning; commanding to be heard. The Boss did not expect to walk away with his Marauder today, but he would no longer be silent.
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- My heart has teeth; - By Nyimara September 6, 2022 at 01:55:28 PM
- in the deafening silence; - By Rehoboam September 6, 2022 at 06:25:53 PM
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