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of mice and mad men
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Tamlin
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#1
It was night time before Tamlin’s heart rate slowed and most of his strength returned to him. He was standing beside a small pool of light blue water, filled by a miniature waterfall no more than ten feet tall. Even though he was no fan of the climate here this island still made him feel rather at ease. It felt untouched in a way - serene and healthy compared to the darkness and neon light of the rainforest.
 
Tamlin looked to the black mare with his hazel and blue eyes. She was much taller than him and her build suggested that draft blood ran through her veins. Still, he thought she resembled his half-sister’s mother, though her horns were a painful reminder of Aviya.
 
He wondered were Snö could be now. Had she escaped Helovia through the portal Otem had been speaking about? Had she perished long before the fall of the gods? He kind of wished to see her again. Deep down Tamlin wanted nothing more than to have a family once more. The only time when he had been truly happy was before the Plauge lost the battle of the Edge. When he had romped between the trees with Aviya and tried desperately to get the attention of his sister and father. He would never admit it, but his broken mind and soul stemmed from his wanting of a family - to be loved. Such a cliché, really, but the foal who wanted to take over the world had grown into a heartbroken, deadbeat of a stallion who wanted nothing more than to feel close to someone.
 
It must have been the aura of this island for Tamlin felt no anger or irritation, as he often did in his sober state; there was only a shimmering sadness in his chest. Maybe he was feeling his real feelings now? Not covering them up in gruffness.
 
“I am Tamlin.” he said to the mare, his voice low and somewhat raspy. “Who are you?”
 
He turned to the griffin then, black head tilting slowly from side to side a couple of times. “Is this your companion? Are you two perchance from Helovia?”

 


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For @Själ

ooc; As I said, no stress <3
I imagined they ran into the forest together and stopped somewhere. If you want me to change it, let me know =3
he reaps in blood

- Every kind of violence may be used against Tamlin at all times -
Själ
Currently championing:
#2
He was weak, or so it appeared to the young mare as they departed from the strange sea and its eerie call. Of a medium build, the dark stallion's coat was marred only by a white speckling across his rump. He wore a smooth horn with a frosted tip proudly, though she suspected he might hold it higher if he had but a bit of rest and food. As he stumbled through the trees and into a forest, she followed with a wary eye on their surroundings. If something were to attack them here, she had a sneaking suspicion that her new friend wouldn't put up much of a fight. Much to her surprise, he seemed to strengthen as they drew further into the woods, and it was past nightfall by the time they stopped. Nearby, a small pool was filled by a waterfall. The sound of bubbling water surrounded them, lending a certain serenity to the little clearing. For the first time since arriving in this gods-forsaken land, the mare felt at peace.

In the brief silence that followed their halt, the stranger looked her over with bi-colored eyes. It was almost uncomfortable. She had grown used to solitude, and had never been under another's scrutiny. In her early years, she had flaunted her family name proudly and enjoyed the respect that it had bought her. After she had grown up, she had sought silence and ice in place of companionship, no longer wishful of the legacy her mother had promised her. At least in the Rift, there was nothing left for her to live up to. Her mother was well and truly gone now, erased from history by the horrors that had chased Helovians to this strange and terrible land.

Even in her self-inflicted solitude, she had missed having friends. She'd thought of Zero often, and of Nymeria, too. Ansgar had stayed faithfully by her side, it was true - but there was still something horribly lonely about watching the northern lights with none but your companion to admire them alongside you. And though their bond ensured that Själ knew Ansgar's feelings, she could not help but worry that the griffin stayed with her only out of pity. Was it even possible for a companion to leave its bonded? Had she condemned her soul-mate to a life of frigid wastelands and snowy nights? And family - ha! The closest the mare had come to having a family was when she had almost followed Zero to his home in the south. And how would they have felt about Psyche's daughter living in their midst?

Själ and Tamlin were more alike than they knew - each striving for a greatness that they were never destined to have.

"My name is Själ," she said simply. "This is Ansgar. Yes, she is my companion, and yes, we are from Helovia. Are you?"