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hiraeth - Tilney - 02-06-2017 tilney and oh, there is more to this life
Tilney's marked legs could not carry him fast enough through the marsh, his spinning hooves clinking among brush, bush and bone. Kaos had returned, yet this was not the only dreaded whisp of a thought that richoeted throughout his mind - The little tree-stamped urchin who dwelled at the feet and twitching flank skin of Throat Warriors had been abandoned. How could he be so stupid? to pull a child from danger only to leave him alone and lost, equally as vulnerable as before. "BYRON!" The father called; a screech among the chanting wind, a brontide in the sky. The physicians green gaze crossed diligently, deesperately over the dirty grove where the little boy had last been seen, yet to no avail. He had fled. "BYRON!" The cries now came frequently like a siren, as if demanding the world around him to give up his son to him. Fearing the worst for his unmet son, tears began to spring from his eyes as his scampering steps took him out of the forest and towards the ocean - a place where he had seen too many a fear realised. It was here he had plucked Myrrinne from the waves, here he had been pulled out to an endless demise at sea... yet it had also been here that he had been safely returned home, had met Ultima, and so much more. Would the sea return his son or take him? "please..." the man uttered tearfully to the roaring waves, standing weakly upon the shore. @byron RE: hiraeth - Byron - 02-06-2017
@Tilney RE: hiraeth - Tilney - 03-20-2017 tilney and oh, there is more to this life
PA! It was the faintest whistle upon the breeze; no more than a gentle chirp, though still enough to cause Tilneys tearful gaze to jerk over his shoulder in search of the bleating colt. "Byron! Please! son, where are you!?" He chanted once more, fearing somehow that this may well be his final chance. Time moved far too quickly, it snapped and grabbed at any hold it could, and in the blink of an eye worlds could turn - Tilney knew this much too well. The doctor's pale hooves, hot and swollen from their bashed ordeal over tree root and rocks, soon turned in the sand to face the dunes instead. If the sea had not taken the small boy, had he fallen on the sand? Not wishing to give up just yet, the flaxen father strode forth, limping and hopping his way up the beach in the direction of the young one's sob. Far too long he search, kicking away sand and shrub, roaring in frustration when his son was not miraculously uncovered. "BYRON!" he finally bellowed, begining to succum to defeat. Pa! A plush, wet muzzle hit his girth, and Tilney turned his cranium to find his perfect golden-haired child. He was safe, albeit battered and bruised. He was safe. "Oh!" Tilney cried, scooting his hocks underneath him and falling to the sand, pulling his small boy over onto his round iberian belly. "Dont you EVER run off like that! Do you hear me?" @byron lord sorry this took me 5ever |