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It seemed travel was the past-time that took up much of the stallions life this season as he had been from the Endless Blue, to the Threshold, through the thistle meadow, the heart, and at the door of the veins, to the Deep Forest. From there he'd walked back to the endless blue, and then across to the threshold again, and now as he had passed the Foothills during the invasion, his hooves had carried him to the north. The heat of Tallsun was not quite enough to melt every patch of snow and the stallion, whom had never actually seen snow before in his life, was finding it an odd sensation to step in.
He had walked off in a daze, the shell shock of finding his son alive in the lands of Helovia still rendering him speechless. He had walked away from the invasion with the need to rethink his strategy. The new integer of Tharos and the information he held needed to be added into the equation and he needed to wrap his mind around the risk that Tharos posed to his plot. Should the stallion decide to talk, his weaknesses and everything else that Tio could think of were at stake of being busted wide open. The dunskin did not like the feel of sudden insecurity he felt and his mind grew ever-darker the more he walked.
He wished he had a travelling companion to take this frustration out on. Tharos's appearance complicated things and he was beginning to feel his patience wearing thin. Stopping midstride, the stag stretched out his back legs and relieved himself on a patch of snow, staining the virgin white with yellow which steamed with the difference in temperature. Straightening up as he finished, he continued walking for a time. His mind wandered back to a yesteryear when he was very young. A bachelor three-year old, fresh from the disappointment of his mother's betrayal. He had recently settled down after two long years of campaigning, of building up his forces, and raising a herd to be proud of. Back then, he'd sired several foals with several of the mares who had decided to follow him, or whom had been won in tests of strength and skill.
The only one he remembered, the one of note, had been Tharos the son between him and his past lead mare, Gabrielle. The colt had the strength and vitality of his father, but a kind heart and while he was capable of great rage, he was also capable of deep love. Tio had attempted to train the colt as his mother had trained him, although his attempts were curtailed by Gabrielle, who thought the exercises were too much for their son. Nonetheless, Tio groomed the young colt to be his lieutenant stallion, but before his son had been old enough to partake in his first fight, enemies of Tio, stallions he had spurned before in his rise to power, came together and tore all his hard work to pieces. Tio had thought they'd killed all the foals, which was why Tharos's appearance had been like seeing a ghost.
If it were possible for the stud to feel emotion as normally as any other horse, Tio would feel regret for leaving Tharos to the dogs when he and Gabrielle and a small band of survivors were banished. With a slight snort, he stopped again, this time looking about him to see where he was. Wandering pointlessly was a good way to get yourself lost, and Tio had fallen into that trap by letting his mind wander. He saw a great glacier on the ocean, the ice caves making tunnels that could connect to the areas farther north. He wondered if there were horses or unicorns, or pegasus... whatever, living on the other side. He'd heard rumors that a herd land existed in the frigid wasteland. The Islander had not the thick blood for such a trek, however, and preferred to keep his sights to the warmth of the south.
"I wonder if i could find allies up there, though..." He mused aloud.
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Ariadne`, played by Vallie
Here ya go, hun! :D
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