Vadim
stallion | draft x | dunalino pintaloosa | 18hhs
I never wanted you to leave. Her words replay in his head from time to time. The memory on the beach plaguing him more often than Vadim would like to admit. She had long since gone, and yet her warmth still lingered on his chest where she had pressed against him. He knew it was all in his head, but it made a longing in him begin to burn. A want for that warmth she had given him to spread.
It was stupid; Vadim was certain of that. He was not a lone stallion locked away in the Lagoon with no company. There were several in the Harbor who he could curl up with at night, to share his affections with. But not a single one of them were the same. Vadim never compared them to one another, and he would not do so with her either.
Longing and selfishness were the final motivation for Vadim to leave the Harbor and cast himself to the waters to swim to Tinuvel. It was not a permenant swim; the clock was ticking as soon as he had stepped from the dry shore into the sea. Nor did he expect any sort of warm welcome when he climbed up onto the cool, pebbled shore of what he would assume to be enemy territory. He held no alliances on Tinuvel; nor did he think he would have a good reputation here, being as it was no secret that Parvati didn’t like him.
Taking a deep breath, it wasn’t Parvati’s scent that greeted him though. A stallion’s scent he had never met fills his lungs, and Vadim grows hesitant. Was this one of Devi’s relatives, like much of the Inlet herd? Or had she finally found someone to be her King? Ears twisting back for a moment, then forward, he could not turn back to the water and home now. He had come too far. For better or worse, Vadim was here to see the mare he’d never thought would forgive him. And perhaps to even see the family they shared.
Relying on the experience of his youth, though a little rusty, Vadim began to slink through the Inlet to find Devi without being caught.
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