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[Romek]

fuck all your dreams; they're not all they seem.

The tiger-man was used to the cold by now. For a time in his life he thought that he would never be able to say that – the days of the Deserts, where sun and sand ruled. And then came the Tundra, icy cold in all its might, and then came the falling-down and the building back up… Taiga was a good deal warmer than the Tundra ever was, but steeped in winter, it was still a very cold place indeed. But it didn’t bother him. He wondered what their first spring would be like – the first spring of a place that nobody had ever seen before.

He finds himself in the Field today, because that’s where he had walked to to begin with. There were too many homeless around, after all, after everything that had happened. And Taiga must rise.

It’s hard at first to pick out a horse more deserving than the others, and so for a while he just sits and watches with still golden eyes, ankle deep in the snow, when he notices a small pony bounding along, very much like the deer of his home. He watches as she settles herself down on a more snowless patch, before making a move towards her, effortlessly moving through the snow as his fifteen hand frame would allow.

”Hello there,” he calls to her. ”I’m Romek. Who might you be?” he pauses and snorts, looking around him. ”Snow’s a bit deep.”

Romek