Entwined

Tamlin he reaps in blood Calm at last! Tamlin moved his emaciated and dirty body through the thick undergrowth at a steady trot. He was weaving through the trees and the hanging, climbing plants that lived on them as if he were dancing. Everything in his world was right in this instant. He felt strong of mind and sound of body - or was it the other way around? He remembered next to nothing about the days that had passed in this new world of his. Truth be told, he did not even remember how he got here. Helovia was gone, that he knew - an irritating little (big) filly had told him that, but as he felt now it was all good and right. He did not need Helovia, he had this amazing euphoric feeling! By “speaking to his mother” (as he called his ritual) he could achieve this elated state of calm and then he needed nothing else. Though the warm thighs of a willing mare would not hurt. He hummed as he trotted, absolved of all his worries and fears. He simply loved it here! Then suddenly he felt a sweet scent. Somewhere ahead of him there was a mare who was unfamiliar to him. No surprise there, he had not encountered any familiar faces for years. Only the ghosts that sometimes appeared in these special moods of his. He could not see very far through the thick, wet forest so he picked up his pace and weaved faster through the trees - even his humming sped up until he suddenly fell silent. There she was! He could see her through the trees further ahead. She was inky black and covered in white spots and she was a unicorn - not that he cared much for the species of the mare when he was feeling ‘hungry’, but he did have a tendency to prefer those of his own species. ”Hey there! Wait up!” he called to her, putting on his sweetest smile.