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03-20-2017, 08:10 PM
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?"
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
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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