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 Tamlin Returning. What did it mean to him? Too others? Home. Was he allowed to call these unfamiliar grounds by that word? Family. Did he have any left?
A futile hunt was over. He was beat. He had given in. And he was not proud. What would his father say if he knew? What would he say if or when he came back and learned that his own son gave up on him? What if he didn’t come back just because of that? What if he was gone forever? What if…
The rising sun stung the former prince’s eyes as he climbed the last hill and gazed over the “home” he barely knew. The glittering lake, the grass and the mountaintops - they were all so strange and felt almost hostile. Yet his heart was pulling him, begging him to go down into the valley. He wished that the rough grass hid familiar faces, that he would soon gallop around the lake with the other yearlings, that he would play hide and seek in the mountains… for once he just wished to belong and not to rule.
Tamlin had been so lonely these past six months and he had been craving the company of family for so very long - those feelings had even been the reason for his long travel. He had begun a quest to find his missing father and by doing so he had ended up so far away from Helovia that it had taken him two months of constant travel to get back.
The golden sun slowly warmed his raven black body where he stood upon the hilltop. The chilly wind twisted his frosted mane around its invisible fingers and played with his pristine white tail. A few birds were singing. Everything felt so clear and soft and fragile. And Tamlin felt like he could wreck it all just by snorting or pawing the ground.
”What a silly feeling.” he murmured to himself before snorting loudly and kicking the ground with his left hoof. It was time to leave all the thoughts created in the silence of his travels behind and once again focus on his goals.
The young colt started down the grassy slope and on the hilltop he left his memories of the past six months, his wish to just belong and his new humble self. They would run after him and catch him soon enough, but for the moment he felt like his cocky old self again. And his walk down the hill became more of a strut than a walk.
He scanned the valley floor for signs of movement, but he didn't see much with the sun shining straight into his eyes. He wondered if someone he knew would come and greet him. Maybe Aviya was here somewhere? Maybe even his sister or his mother? His heart made a little jump as the memory of their faces invaded his mind.
ooc; Hi -waves shyly- I am once again trying to get back to roleplaying, I will be scarce in plotting and chat, but I will try to post quickly in threads! Love you all still (if you were wondering) <3
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The scent that filled her nose was unmistakable, but still confusion tainted her conscious. The smokey mare blinked, her head lifted with ears twisting above her crown. Was he really here? Or was she catching scents of the lynx pelt she still held onto with such a hindered heart? Narrowing her eyes, the princess turned on her heels and walked slowly from the midst of her cave. Briefly, she looked over her shoulder to see if she had disturbed anyone else, and confident that she did not she broke into a swift, gliding trot.
The sun burst into her pale eyes and she flinched slightly, her face twisting to shield itself from the bright rays. Her cloven hooves pushed off bits of ice and grass and rock, eyes scanning the valley before, in an instant, the familiar black figure of the young prince filled her gaze. The doctor's daughter halted, her heart beating rapidly for several beats before finally she calmed it beneath her fading black breast. He was back. Something close to joy, or what she remember as joy from her foalhood, sparked in the back of her brain and she burst towards Tamlin's strong body as fast as she could.
From parted jaws her neigh was high pitched and broken, a joyous trumpet, a friend's familiar call. "Tamlin!" Aviya moved towards him, her last few steps became leaping bounds and she did not stop herself from possibly crashing head first into him. She wished to press her forehead flat against his neck, take in his scent. Above all else, Tamlin had been her only friend. Her first memories of him were the same first memories of her mother. He had been there the day she was born, and they grew together.
And then he disappeared. The months of his absence had been cold, and she was only left with the parting gift of his lynx pelt, tucked so carefully next to the rock she slept near each night in the frozen wasteland the Edge refugees had sought refuge in. The lynx pelt had been her only connection, only memory, only friend for months; but, now, she had her Tamlin back. Taking a step back, a small smile broke the filly's cold face, her crystalline eyes glistening with something far from malice. "Tamlin," the princess finally breathed, taking relief in the name.
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Tamlin Aviya’s scent touched Tamlin’s senses even before he heard her sweet voice and long before he could make out her dark figure through the blinding rays of the dawning sun.
He noticed that she smelled a little different than he remembered and when her voice spoke his name he was surprised not to hear the fragile, thin voice of a child. She almost sounded like an adult mare. And when she finally came close enough for Tamin to see her, he almost doubted that this was the same filly he knew six months ago. Aviya had certainly grown since he last saw her!
He stopped dead in his tracks and for a few seconds he wondered if he himself had changed as much as Aviya. But then the feelings he’d left on top of the hill caught up with him and smacked him in the back of his head. He realized how happy he was to see the smoky black filly and his heart did a drum roll of joy.
Before she could crash into him Tamlin threw his black body to the side. He laughed and tried to land a playful nib on Aviya’s shoulder as she passed. His laugh became a bubbling whinny that echoed though the valley and the black colt veered around towards the filly again. Tamlin stopped and placed his head around Aviya’s neck for just a second before she took a step back and once again said his name.
The former prince suddenly became aware of his silly behavior and cleared his throat as if to smooth out the display of happiness and affection. ”’Sup?” he murmured without complete control of his facial expressions.
He couldn’t get over the fact that she had grown so much; the reality didn’t really match the image he had of her in his memory. He remembered those cold nights on the Frostbreath Steppe when she coughed and shook beside him. He had felt rather protective over her back then, but now she seemed more than capable of taking care of herself.
Suddenly a second wave of emotion washed over the black colt and he curled his neck over her withers again. ”I am sorry I disappeared.” he whispered. ”I have missed you, Aviya.”
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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
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Another night was coming to an end, the eastern sky growing light as the disc of the sun slowly climbed towards the horizon. Standing upon a ledge, dark rock cold under his frosted hooves, Mauja watched as day came to claim the world. Behind him, in the west, stars and inky black ruled, but somewhere above him it had faded to cold blue, before giving away to pastel peach and yellow. It would be a while yet, and for a moment guilty thoughts tugged at his mind. He should go do this, or that, not just stand there and let the minutes tick by like sand in an hourglass. There were always things to do, words of comfort to offer, passion to be inspired, borders to be checked, or even a trip to the Threshold — so much to do, but nothing appealed to him, and after a moment he sighed, white breath rising towards the lightening sky. Even rulers could take time off, couldn't they? And just, breathe? But truth to be told, since his return, he'd filled the space in his mind with movement, duty, anything to keep the hollow filled, the confusion at bay. He'd drowned himself in order to keep his thoughts away, and now that he found that he wanted to stand still and just exist.. it was hard. Old habits die hard they said, but bitterly he thought this was a new habit, so why couldn't it just die and leave him the way he'd been?
Irma sat upon his shoulder, talons resting lightly against his scarred flesh, keeping her balance in sleep. If he shifted, he knew she'd shift too, and grip him with those sharp claws. Smiling slightly he kept still, his gaze turning slightly to the side as the bright sun came up and bit his eyes. It promised to be a beautiful day, and Mauja drew in the early morning air deep into his lungs, trapping it there, imagining that it was life, liquid and glowing gold, tangible, something to slither with the ice drakes in his veins...
The high-pitched cry of Aviya broke his concentration, and startled by its intensity he spun around. Irma gave a startled cry and dug into his shoulder, old scars splitting and pearls of red blood falling out across his white hairs. He could see her dark shape sprint across the grass, tracked by the still-cold sunlight, but it was not at her he looked — it was at another dark shape, just as leggy, just as angular, narrow.. and even blacker than the Doctor's daughter. For the name, shouted so joyously from her dark throat, was one he'd not heard for so long, least of all falling from another's lips — someone he knew to have been lost after he disappeared, someone he'd last seen standing small and cold and lonely upon the Steppe, the harsh wind blowing across his short, shaggy fur and making the lynx pelt around his shoulders stand up like a sail. Tamlin could've been anywhere. To go looking for him just hadn't been an option, and the ache over losing his son had been just another burden he drowned by always moving.
"Tamlin..." he whispered, watching the two yearlings embrace, prance upon the slope of the hill he'd crested. Irma, wide awake and grumpy at his rather rude way to wake her, stared at them with an owl's scowl, and it took her a moment to recognize the spotted colt. After all, she'd just been a hatchling last they'd seen, and he just a foal. Huffing, she abandoned his shoulder for a rock and told him to go have fun, but she was going back to sleep. But, he felt like an intruder, like.. like someone who would shatter their joy if he came down, and yet his heart ached to go down and greet his son again. Exhaling, he said, just a few more minutes, just a few more minutes for them, just a few more minutes of watching, of drinking in every detail of Tamlin's inky body — just a few more minutes until he could touch him again.
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
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Aviya, so cruel and so arrogant, was a completely different painting in the presence of the young prince. Her face was bright, eyes shining with a happiness she had not known for months. When she was born, Tamlin had been there, and he had been there through everything else in her foalhood--until he disappeared. She remembered so well leaning between him and Momma Kou as she coughed, her body achy and tired. Tamlin had been patient as they played in the Steppe, letting her rest when she coughed and showing true concern for her well-being. However, there were also times she had wanted to rip the young prince's tongue out for being such an arrogant fool. Nonetheless, Aviya was more than pleased with his return.
Their embrace was quick, and he dodged away, landing a playful nip to her side. Smirking, the doctor's daughter tossed her head. In a small square of her brain she wondered what Tamlin would think of her broken horn. She had yet to tell her father what had happened, for how would he feel knowing that his son had broken his daughter's horn and fled the Basin? Surely, the doctor would be livid. Aviya, admiring her father so fully, could not disappoint him. Snorting at his greeting, Aviya looked into his mismatched eyes and sighed. She searched his face, documenting the new contours and age to her memory. Tamlin was not the little foal he had been before, he was growing stronger and taller. His body was lean from travel, and as Tamlin leaned forward to embrace her Aviya relaxed against the muscles in his neck and chest.
"It's ok," She lied, tail swaying gently behind her. "I've missed you, too." Aviya lowered her head some, nostrils filling with his scent. The sun basked above them, flickering over their dark hides as they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. "Where did you go?" Aviya had guessed the young stallion had gone on a search for the missing King, but she could never be too sure when it came to Tamlin's actions. He was a spunky colt, and the reasons for his disappearance were his own, but she wished to know them.
And, for the first time in months, Aviya did not feel alone.
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Snö was grazing, cropping grass tidily with her teeth, her head moving back and forth, clipping the grass down to its root. Every once and a while she would lift her head, inhale the wintry air of autumn, and return to her grazing, the grass swiftly turning more yellow by the day. For now, however, it was green, just as emerald as the summer's embrace, but for a glint of amber and honey on the edge. Today, she was tired, resting after the long, sleepness nights of traveling home with Valentine. Every muscle seemed to throb and ache, and every move, no matter how small, sent squealing protests shrieking through the tender flesh. While the white mare would have preferred to allow herself a beauty sleep, Snö believed herself quite a bit tougher than that. If she let herself go soft and weak, she was no better than the others. Snö needed to be strong, and so, even with the aches in her muscles, she rose without complaint as the very first beam of light lit the world.
But her grazing was interrupted, almost instantly, by two things. First, a rich, familiar scent, a scent she despised and still had not come to terms with. Second, Aviya's voice shrieking out the name she so desired to blot out from her memory. "Tamlin!"
Tamlin, the royal runt, was back.
For a moment, the sultry mare faltered, caught by indecision and distrust. Where had he been for so long? Why did he have to come back? Why hadn't some predator snatched him up and eaten him? Yet there was some small seed of hope blossoming in her. If Tamlin was back, would the others return to their new- temporary- home? Horses like Lucius and Lloyd, the black twins, Lotus, Giselle... Thais? Were they all with him? No. She could not scent them, could not stop the hopelessness threatening to engulf her once more. Surely they wanted to see Mauja again, even if not Psyche. Snö lifted her creamy head, ears twitching, but then her mouth tightened and her face was set, chiseled in ice.
The voluptuous mare began to trot, long legs striking out, head carried high, as if hoping to see him sooner rather than later. The grass was heady under her, maybe that was what made her head swirl, or maybe it was him, him being back, and the jealousy that swamped her once more, of him being ready to steal Mauja's affections from her, the little twit half-brother. Was it wrong of her to dislike him for it? It was... part of her. There was nothing wrong with her.
Besides, if she should really dislike anyone for it, she should dislike Mauja for it, for he had sired the child. It wasn't fair to condemn her half-brother to her anger when it wasn't his fault he was born to a slut and Mauja's wheedling. Or maybe it was the other way around. Who knew and who cared- not her.
All too soon she was standing in front of them- Aviya, who had somehow broken that fragile horn of hers, and Tamlin, her little brother.
"Tamlin," Snö sighs, staring at him with her eyes blank. Sometimes it is better to rule by love than fear. "Um... where have you been? Do you know where Th- Monster is? Was he with you? Are you okay?" Almost cautiously the tall mare steps forward, and reaches out to nudge at his cheek, before withdrawing quickly, suddenly seeming to turn shy.
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Tamlin As Tamlin released his foalhood friend from the second embrace and she asked him where he’d gone he grew very still for a few heartbeats. He didn’t exactly know what to tell her and her question forced the reason of his searched to the surface. And with that came the guilt, the sorrow and also a bit of anger. He smiled a half-hearted smile and just shrugged. He didn’t feel like talking about it just yet so he tried hard to think of a way to steer their conversation away from that topic.
As he studied Aviya’s face he noticed something odd about her horn. The glittering shard of glass seemed a bit short and its point was jagged in a way he didn’t remember it being before. He soon realized that Aviya’s horn was broken and Tamlin assumed quickly that someone else was to blame. He felt a sudden urge to find the one responsible and make him pay, but he stopped his racing thoughts before he became upset over something that may not be true. Instead he gave Aviya a little push and said with a mischievous grin: ”I see you’re daddy’s little girl still. Though breaking your horn just to look like him… Isn’t that taking it a step too far?”
Expecting that Aviya would want to punish him for his teasing words Tamlin prepared his body to jump to the side. But he was suddenly distracted by a movement at the corner of his blue eye and totally lost his focus. A familiar, but still strange voice called his name and the young colt turned his black head. His frosted mane waved slightly and his velvety nostrils parted to breath in the smell of the other horse.
Coming towards the two friends was a pale mare with an icy horn. Tamlin almost didn’t recognize Snö at first, but the cold gleam in her eyes brought his few memories of her back to life. He had been too young before to see his sister’s hatred and too naive to even consider that she didn’t like him. Besides, he was still living under the impression that most horses liked him just because of who he was. Though had he caught the look in Snö’s eyes just a few seconds earlier he might have learnt her true feelings towards him and maybe he could have avoided falling into her trap. But as it was he saw and heard only her performance of kindness.
”Hi, sis! I’m happy to see you again. he smiled at her and nipped at her white mane. ”I’m fine, I’ve been resting up in the Threshold for a few days.”
Unwisely, he decided to tease her a bit and continued: “Sorry. I didn’t keep track of your pet for you, but I am sure he is just lost somewhere - as I remember he wasn't really the brightest creature around.”
With a suffocated chuckle in his throat Tamlin turned to Aviya again. His face grew a bit more serious and he asked ”Aviya, you don’t happen to know where my mother is?” It did not occur to him that bringing up Lotus in the presence of Snö wasn't such a good idea.
Table by Neo
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Permission to use violence and magic against Tamlin at all times granted
Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
| Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 14 HP: 79.5 | Buff: HUNTER |
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[ as I'm not being skipped I might as well post.. >:3 was intending to let you kids be a bit longer but heyy gotta greet mah boy! <3 ]
It brought a smile to his face, a crooked bend to his dark lips. He hadn't know Aviya to have shared such a bond with Tamlin; the boy had witnessed her birth, but that it had forged a bond of friendship? It was not what he had expected, but as he thought back upon what he remembered of their flight.. with the long-legged Lotus missing, the snowcap boy had clung to Kou's side. In that light, it didn't seem such a strange thing, but the more mature Aviya was not someone he would've thought to retain such bonds of affection. Haughty, cold — she seemed the perfect soldier, but did she have a heart at all?
Early sunlight glinted off the back of yet another youngster. Snö. He knew her instantly, needed no wind to bring him confirmation. The last time he'd seen the pair in the same picture, if you didn't count the awkward flight from the Edge, had been at Tamlin's birth, when she'd taken one, cold look at him and then walked off. Mauja breathed out a snort of disapproval. Hopefully she'd be nicer about it now.
Finally he couldn't contain himself anymore, or convince his restless feet to stay still. He broke away from the monotone slope, away from the backdrop in which he blended so perfectly with — elegant steps bore him down the slope, surefooted, regal. Some part of him wanted to break into a run and bowl Tamlin over, to forsake dignity and just celebrate, but he wondered if they'd think him silly. Wasn't he supposed to be an adult, composed, glacial? Another snort rose towards the sky. Well. If so.. maybe it was time they learned that he wasn't. Giving his crowned head a shake his eager body broke into a trot, his step short and neck arched. Meet it all halfway, he thought with a faint, wry smile.
And then he was there, touching his nose to Snö's rusty hip, brushing lightly against Aviya before coming to tower above his lost son. "Tamlin," he said, his voice warm, smooth; reaching out, Mauja aimed a nip to his forelock. "Þú ert aftur." And warmth, like the sun on a winter's day, blazed in his pale eyes.
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