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His ears pricked as he caught her words. They were starting a long journey, then- they'd have to cross passed the heart, and further west than he had been since he first awoke on the salt-soaked sands of the Endless Blue. He limped after her anyways, shrugging off the daunting figure of how long it would take them to get where they were going, especially since he could barely move an inch without pain.
The pain filled him with determination, and with that came another thought- if he stayed in the marsh, he would be a lot closer to the veins and the travel there wouldn't seem as daunting a task. Especially since he planned on doing it by himself. It wasn't that he had anything against receiving help if it was from Seele, but meeting the gods was something he felt he had to do on his own.
Admittedly, he had had no idea how he was going to fulfill his quest before she had come along. He was shocked and slightly surprised with himself to find how much he relied on her- shocked because he had made a point of never relying upon anyone before in the past, surprised because he had not expected her loyalty to come so fast. The effect was immediate although Tio would deny it had ever occurred later to any who asked.
When he caught up to her, he leaned against her shoulder, letting her take some of the weight off his crippled leg. It was a relief to have someone there with him, to help him, old as he may be, to return to power. He was beginning to change. The ruthless killer he had once been seemed ages away now as he leaned and limped and hopped on three legs through the trees. He was glad, then, that only one would see him like this and was determined to keep it that way.
As he traveled, he thought- his mind whirring as the cogs moved and he felt a raging mix of emotions about his predicament. Most prominent was shame that she would see him this way, but there was also frustration at himself for being so weak and letting it fester for so long. He also conceded a sense of gratitude that she was willing to help him, even after all this time. When he rose, she would be rewarded most generously.
Speaking of which, he would need to muster up his strength to do what he intended soon. He felt a stab of rage that burned brighter than the heartfire of helovia at the thought of her flirting around with another stallion. He had felt the sensation only twice in his life, so he knew what it meant. He was a stubborn lover, however, and would not openly admit his interest. Most mistakenly assumed that he simply could not love, but this was not true. If he was being honest, he knew the truth was that he had fallen for the blood-stained mare now walking alongside him.
Finding the words to say this was impossible, however, and being nice is really hard. Neither of these things had ever been among the stud's strong points, and so he did not bother to display them openly... ever. He often maintained a watchful, silent presence, although he admitted that sometimes he would lose his temper with the ones he had invested in, because he did not understand love. The feeling was not something he felt on a regular basis- he was not easy to please, and even when he was, he did not always recognize his feelings as love, more often they are just "annoying feelings that this horse is important, and i hate how weak it makes me feel."
The reaction love got from the already unstable mind of the dun stag, was often violent. For the first time in his life however, Tio felt a bolt of fear course through him. For once in his life, he knew fear- and not just and fear. It was the fear of well-being for another horse. He was afraid that his often-violent temper would unleash on Seele, and she would grow to avoid him, curse him, even hate him. Memories of a black and white mare who's leg he had broken flashed through his head and all the while he kept this emotional hurricane contained within the mask of stoic indifference and cold fury on his face.
Lust's hatred of him had been his fault all along, and he was old and wise enough now to realize his mistakes. He glanced at Seele, wondering if he would unknowingly make the same mistakes and if her opinion of him would change should he accidentally hurt her. There was a difference between being evil and believing yourself to be a monster worthy of nothing but hatred- and Tio knew he was both.
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@[Seele], played by abba
probably the crappiest Tio reply I've ever made, but here. D:
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[O] Pestilence, Meet Death [Seele || FINISHED]
