Falls
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Posted on December 4, 2022 at 08:26:13 PM by Tyr
When Tyr slunk out of the confines of the Lagoon, he did so with a limp. The adrenaline from the fight had finally left him; his blood no longing boiling with rage to burn away the pain. Instead, it had turned cold the moment he had seen Vadim’s shocked face. He doubted there was anything else that could have stopped him so suddenly in his tracks as his son had done. It had spared the new Lagoon Boss’ life, but now, the giant didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Would Psychedelic seek to punish him for his actions? Turn him into a Trinket like he had first been to the Lagoon by Cullen? The idea was nearly enough to push his ears into the tangles of his mane again. Without the support of the other stallions though, there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could change and he wondered if there was anything left worth staying for?
Reaching the Falls, Tyr didn’t dare spare a glance towards the Peak. Instead, he eased into the chilled mountain water until it was knee high. The hind leg that Psychedelic had managed to hit was throbbing, and he had no doubt it was already swelling. With any battle, it was always a risk, but it irked him further that the old stallion had managed to render him lame. At least the painted geezer hadn’t actually seen Tyr limp.
When the cold water had helped to ease the pain, Tyr left it’s confines and moved up onto the bank and into the vegetation in hopes of it concealing him. He didn’t want to be bothered, not with so many thoughts and emotions clouding his judgement. But as it would seem, his luck wouldn’t hold out. Not even for a little while. He had barely been standing there a few minutes, his eyes closed in an attempt to rest, when the sound of another approaching disturbed him. Opening his two-toned eyes, Tyr watched as the buckskin mare approach the water for a drink. She did it so leisurely, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Already in a bad mood, it irritated him. Why was he the only one to seemingly have so many troubles?
When she spoke, calling out to him, Tyr hadn’t realized his ears had been buried beneath the masses of his mane until they flicked forward. He debated ignoring her; why should he do as a mare commanded? But curiosity won out and slowly the giant golden stallion eased out of the brush, but only enough to be seen. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to call demons out of the dark?” he asked, his bad mood bleeding into his tone.
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