Tiberios
04-09-2021, 02:01 PM
Of all the emotions returning to Tiberios since his rebirth, he felt Anger most acutely. It was a sharp blade of constant pain that ran him through over and over again, each time he thought about his last minutes spent living. He thought about them often. So much so that the anger subsided into something familiar as Tiberios travelled away from the beach in the endless dark. It mutated into normalcy, reminding him that this was how he’d always felt when he’d been alive. He’d spent all of his time trying to please others either out of shame or responsibility until he’d finally had enough and quit. Quit a Kingdom, his title there, and the mare who loved him more than he deserved to be loved. The pieces of his memory are jagged when he recalls them, sharp and full of bitterness, but they remind him of the truth and for that, Tiberios is quietly grateful.
Once he was free of the coast, the painted stallion headed inland. He paused for a rest in the common lands, or what he assumed was now the common lands — In the light of day everything looked different from what he remembered — and asked briefly for directions to a place that apparently no longer existed.
The Falls? Another horse had snorted in response. Never heard of ‘em.
Tiberios was left with so much to ponder after that conversation. No Falls or Dale anymore, though apparently there were still Kingdoms here. The lands weren’t pitted magically against each other anymore, either. Apparently magic itself wasn’t a rarity anymore, which Tib had seen with own eyes when the nomadic horse he’d been talking to showed him directions by making the tree limbs of the Forest point the way. “And you’re sure I’m in Beqanna?” Tiberios asked incredulously, which the other horse just laughed at.
He pondered all the way through the wood, diverting the dark heart of the forest with a shiver and a turn to the right that had Tiberios trekking along through the base of the Great Mountain. Here the ground was uneven and rocky, and the muscles he hadn’t had a use in over ten years were burning. “Fires of hell.” He thought, crossed at himself. He stopped, propped himself up against a tree with a few snorting breaths, and then stretched the enormous, purple-red scar covering one side of his body with a painful grunt.
“I should rest.” He told himself, pushing off the tree to stumble-trot downhill. The kind traveler he’d met before said that the River curled up right along this route like a happy cat, and with the heat of a summer day reaching excessive temperatures Tib thought that sounded as good a place as any to bathe and catch a nap. It was only when he broke free of the treeline that he caught sight of her — Beyza, the white mare who shone with the light of a star — though what she saw of Tiberios he could only guess.
“Oh.” He stopped, looking up. Out of habit he turned his cheek to show her the unmarred, unburnt right side, and light played across his blaze in holographic arcs of rainbow color. “Hey.” He muttered. The other horse had said this was a gray area, unpatrolled or claimed. Seemed like he was wrong. “Have I come to the River?” Tiberios asked her, wishing she’d just say yes and disappear so he could sink into the water like he’d planned.
@[Beyza] Naked post
Once he was free of the coast, the painted stallion headed inland. He paused for a rest in the common lands, or what he assumed was now the common lands — In the light of day everything looked different from what he remembered — and asked briefly for directions to a place that apparently no longer existed.
The Falls? Another horse had snorted in response. Never heard of ‘em.
Tiberios was left with so much to ponder after that conversation. No Falls or Dale anymore, though apparently there were still Kingdoms here. The lands weren’t pitted magically against each other anymore, either. Apparently magic itself wasn’t a rarity anymore, which Tib had seen with own eyes when the nomadic horse he’d been talking to showed him directions by making the tree limbs of the Forest point the way. “And you’re sure I’m in Beqanna?” Tiberios asked incredulously, which the other horse just laughed at.
He pondered all the way through the wood, diverting the dark heart of the forest with a shiver and a turn to the right that had Tiberios trekking along through the base of the Great Mountain. Here the ground was uneven and rocky, and the muscles he hadn’t had a use in over ten years were burning. “Fires of hell.” He thought, crossed at himself. He stopped, propped himself up against a tree with a few snorting breaths, and then stretched the enormous, purple-red scar covering one side of his body with a painful grunt.
“I should rest.” He told himself, pushing off the tree to stumble-trot downhill. The kind traveler he’d met before said that the River curled up right along this route like a happy cat, and with the heat of a summer day reaching excessive temperatures Tib thought that sounded as good a place as any to bathe and catch a nap. It was only when he broke free of the treeline that he caught sight of her — Beyza, the white mare who shone with the light of a star — though what she saw of Tiberios he could only guess.
“Oh.” He stopped, looking up. Out of habit he turned his cheek to show her the unmarred, unburnt right side, and light played across his blaze in holographic arcs of rainbow color. “Hey.” He muttered. The other horse had said this was a gray area, unpatrolled or claimed. Seemed like he was wrong. “Have I come to the River?” Tiberios asked her, wishing she’d just say yes and disappear so he could sink into the water like he’d planned.
@[Beyza] Naked post