Entwined

Tamlin he reaps in blood Tamlin darted away from the mare after his kick. He then turned on his hindquarters, breathing heavily in his chock - every breath deep and accompanied by a snorting sound. His head was held high on a tense neck and his body was shaking slightly. Before Tamlin even had time to collect himself completely a young stallion (his deer-like companion in tow) arrived at the scene.   The golden marked stallion was heralded by his own furious voice and Tamlin shied backwards instinctively as he saw the spiral horn pointed towards him. This was a stallion protecting his mare, or at the very least a mare he cared for. With strands of matted mane whipping across his face and neck Tamlin backed up until he was stopped by the trunk of a tree. His white rump slid down the tree until he was almost sitting on his haunches and there he stayed, staring at both the mare and the young stallion.   The chock of what happened had cleared Tamlin’s mind and he was beginning to feel the effect of his ritual wearing off. All that fluffy calm he had felt was leaving him and those dreaded and awful feelings started to come back. Aviya. he though suddenly, as if he just then remembered that she existed - well, it was his hope that she was still among the living anyways. When he was sober there was no other mare for Tamlin, he had fallen in love with the memory of his foalhood friend - he was completely lost to a ghost of the past and who could outmatch a perfect fantasy? But as of now he was not completely sober and his lust lingered in his body.   However the last smoldering desire died quickly when the young stallion spoke and Tamlin saw the ice cold gaze of the dark mare. He cowered before them, like a dog fearing a beating. With his mind slowly clearing the embarrassment crawled into him, suffocating like a wet quilt. But the strange gravitation towards the mare remained - like a familiar smell; alluring in a completely non-sexual way. An indefinable, terrifyingly disgusting suspicion began growing deep inside the black unicorn as he looked into those blue eyes of hers. The qualm lay so deep inside him that he did not even know why he suddenly felt disgusted by himself. But the truth was he felt utterly humiliated by the events and he knew not how to fix the situation.   He lowered his head towards the ground. Blood was slowly escaping the wound on his neck and the crimson drops pooled together inside a big, bowl-shaped leaf. He looked at the blood for a moment; it was shiny red and almost glittering to him. Then he called upon his magic. The frost at the tip of his horn glistened and from the pool of blood a green stalk sprouted, jagged, roundish leaves appeared on the stem and then a green bud at the top. The bud opened and a big, yellow rose was reveled.   ”My apologies.” he said and turned away from them. ”Fyrirgefðu mér.”

ooc; I LOOVE this thread! <3 

I don't know if Mauja taught Glacia the language from his old country or if he told her about Tamlin's magic, but unless someone say something to him now or something else happens I am afraid Tamlin is leaving ^^' He couldn't merely stand there and make conversation after these humiliating events. I don't want this thread to end though :( I hope you guys comes up with something to keep them together a while longer <3