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greyscale
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Tilney
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T I L N E Y
LOOKING UP FOR HEAVEN

Tilney's feet dragged; literally. The hooves that were once gilded and light now felt heavier than a hundred bushels of pine bark - and he'd carried quite a number of bark stacks to and from the greenhouse in his time as a Moon Doctor.
Thankfully they were already in the territory they called Ultima when his encounter with the rift took ahold of him, lifted him skyward and plunged him back to the earth beneath with hooves and feathers of cold, hard stone. The physician had attempted many thing's to undo the curse that had been set upon him like rubbing and scratching at his rocky hooves, sometimes even thwacking them against other rocks or trying to wash it off in the surf - all came to no avail, and as he trudged miserably along the beach toward what appeared to be a cave he began to grunt and moan with each joint-stretching step.

To add to the frustration, Tilney was quite sure that poor Otem would have reached their destination days ago if it weren't for his lack of wings, let alone the fact the now travelled at a fraction of the pace he normally would.
"JUST-
...meet me there"
He had growled up to her when the sea caves came into view... at least four miles across the bay.

It took him a decent part of the afternoon to trudge over there, occasionally stopping to question if it would even be worth the trip. If Maude wasn't there it would be a dead end, and a heartbreaking one at that. Peatree on the other hand was having quite a marvellous day, one spent upside down upon tilney's antlers. the Bat had not dared to rise from a happy stupor for days it had seemed, and if Tilney didn't know any better he would have thought the creature had come across a ferment of some sort and drunk the whole barrel.
Upon entering the gargling sea cave, Tilney was met with quite a magnificent view. The surface was particularly glassy, and already he could imagine Maude singing in a place like this - she would have loved the echoes and how her voice might bound off the cave walls.




@Otem !



Messages In This Thread
greyscale - by Tilney - 07-31-2017, 05:43 PM
RE: greyscale - by Otem - 07-31-2017, 06:07 PM