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turn men into beasts
Posted on March 18, 2023 at 04:42:26 AM by Tyr

It had been a long time since Tyr had actively done anything, and even longer since he had issued a challenge. Energy buzzed through his veins; especially after his fight had been with Psychedelic. It left him amped long afterwards, wanting nothing more than to hurry up and tell Oswin what he had done. What they could still do for the Islands, even if they weren�t in the Lagoon or Peak anymore. Perhaps he could meet her at the Peak before she had time to make it to Atlantis? Would he get to see their children too?

Tyr broke from the Lagoon in a gallop; his stride still slightly off from the wounded back leg Psychedelic had given him during their first fight. It was healing, albeit slowly from the large stallion�s constant antics. If he wasn�t traveling quite as much, or picking fights, his limp might have even gone completely by now. But he hadn�t let it slow him down; not in his new desires, or his capabilities. For now, it was just annoying.

Across the Commons and to the Falls, Tyr made his way for the Peak, sure that if Oswin had already left for Atlantis he would pick up her scent. Yet, as his nostrils flared to draw in a deep breath, it wasn�t the painted mare�s perfume that he drew in. The familiar tug of pain cut through Tyr�s chest sharper than the bite of pain in his leg as he awkwardly scrambled to a halt; unable to really sit back on his hind legs because of the injury. With wide eyes and ears fully alert, Tyr stood with his crown fully raised as he whipped his face in the direction it was coming from. �Kvothe?� Her name came out almost breathlessly, as well as shocked. He couldn�t quite believe it; did he even want to?

In that disbelieving moment, Oswin was briefly forgotten. The win against the Lagoon, forgotten. The freed mare on her way to the Ridge, forgotten.

Turning, Tyr moved along the scent trail at a stiff walk. Almost as if he were stalking a predator instead of the red mare. It was her sobs that reached his ears first, making him break into a trot the rest of the way until he come to the small clearing. Coming to a halt, he couldn�t help but stare at her splayed body laying in the same dreadful spot their son had once lain. At least the unnerving stillness of death did not cling her to; the rise and fall of her sides with her gasping sobs, along with the tears staining her beautiful face told the stallion that she was very much alive.

Why now? Why here? Tyr tried to swallow down the knot in his throat, but it refused to be dislodged. �Kvothe?� he said again, this time a small trimmer shook his unsure tone. He couldn�t take his eyes off her no more than he could find the strength to approach her. Afraid that if he did either, she might vanish as if nothing more than a ghost of his memories.

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

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Replies:

let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe March 18, 2023 at 08:26:01 AM
- turn men into beasts - By Tyr March 20, 2023 at 01:25:54 AM
  - let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe March 20, 2023 at 07:19:30 AM
    - turn men into beasts - By Tyr March 20, 2023 at 04:07:59 PM
      - let beauty come out of ashes - By Kvothe March 22, 2023 at 01:37:14 PM

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