Falls

Since that awful, fateful day; Tyr had lingered in the Peak as long as he could. Even when everyone else had finally gone, the old stallion continued to lie with his deceased mate until his body demanded it be taken care of. Though it would have been just as easy to ignore his needs and allow himself to be swept off into the sweet abyss to join Oswin. She would have been furious with him if he’d allowed himself to die so easily. He needed a better story to tell her when he was finally able to join her, than starving to death at her graveside.


Making his way off the mountain for what he felt like would be the last time, Tyr existed at the base, tucked away in the Falls. Eating, drinking, sleeping; he did all of those things numbly. There seemed to be no more colors left in this life, no more sweet taste to the grass, or crisp freshness to the water. It might as well have been ash in his mouth.


When the sound of Rutger calls to him, Tyr allows a heavy sigh to leave his lips. His son had risked a lot for him; lost a lot for him, and Tyr wished he wouldn’t have. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing left of himself worth saving. Oswin had saved what bit of him was worth it, and it had died along side her on the Peak. But despite his grief filled thoughts, the chimera stallion followed the sound of Rutger’s voice, until he was able to lay tired green-blue eyes on his greying son.


“I’m still here.” he assured Rutger, assuming that was why he had called.