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smoke and mirrors
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Tamlin
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All I believe… is it a dream, that comes crashing down on me?
 
Tamlin lay in a pool of blood inside the yawning cave. He had just been “speaking to his mother”, as he often called his ritual. Beside him was the corpse of a luminescent rodent, somewhere between a rabbit and a squirrel. It was the source of the blood that also covered the black unicorn’s horn and face as well as his white rump and tail. He had dragged his kill here, not even noticing that his flower was almost redundant in this place. The affect of the chemicals here, however, would never satisfy him fully for Tamlin’s drug of choice, the blue lotus, had certain side effects the opium-filled air did not.
 
He was fading away into his blissful, euphoric state - this time it was even enhanced by the air around him. He tried to hold on to the comforting image of Aviya, but she always faded away together with all his worries. Before the image was completely gone he saw her before his eyes in all her smoky black beauty; he saw her glass horn glitter and he saw those sweet, sweet flowers in her mane. For she had had flowers in her mane, had she not? Or what that someone else whose love he had always craved? 

Then she was gone, temporarily erased from his memory even.
 
Tamlin rose from the cave floor, somewhat unsteadily, and gazed towards the entrance. He thought he heard the beating of pegasi wings. Would he ever be rid of all those winged horses? Otem, Nüwa and now this one, whoever it was. But, he forgot even his irritation with pegasi as the drugs took their hold on him and instead of the sound of wings his senses took notice of the smell of mare.
 
A soft, rumbling neigh escaped Tamlin and his neck tensed. He had been clean ever since he arrived in this hellish place, thanks to the rains and all the wet vegetation, but he was still very thinned out with matted hair and sunken eyes. Not really the most handsome stallion around, but still with a kind of wild charm to his appearance.
 
Who is outside the cave? Would she let me touch her?     
 


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@Amaris
ooc; Sorry, the tense is all over the place, the next post will be better ;)
he reaps in blood

- Every kind of violence may be used against Tamlin at all times -


Messages In This Thread
smoke and mirrors - by Amaris - 07-30-2017, 06:40 AM
RE: smoke and mirrors - by Tamlin - 07-30-2017, 12:19 PM
RE: smoke and mirrors - by Alysanne - 08-04-2017, 12:40 PM