03-10-2017, 09:01 PM
 Tyrna Like a shadow dancing on the edge
She had to leave. Something about watching the little grey mare pressed lovingly against his side made her fell an anger she thought long buried. So so she left and she ran. She had grown sleek and muscled again in the year that she had spent safely nestled in the trees she called home. Running away came easier when your legs could go longer without rest and your lungs didn't burn after three strides. Her long limbs easily tore up the ground as she pushed herself to move faster, to run, to escape. Tyrna didn't know why she felt the need to disappear, perhaps she was a coward. Perhaps this was something that her old self would have done, caving in to the anger and sorrow that chased each other in circles around her head. Whatever the cause was, she ran until she was lost. Until the vision of glacier eyes and the scent of ice were buried beneath her exhaustion. Two stumbling steps sent her sinking to her knees at the base of one of the towering trees. Deep gasping breaths drown out the sounds of the woods, the soft voice whispering Ruan and I like a taunt. Hours pass as she lies beneath the tree. Tyrna watches the sun filter through branches of the redwoods, casting golden dapples along the ground. It's beautiful in it's own way, but all she can see is the way the sun danced across a shadow dark face and purple spotted hide. She watches the dust and wonders how much easier it would be to just disappear, to become just another golden mote dancing in the sunlight. The thoughts are tempting, but she shakes them off like heavy shackles, she is stronger than that. Stronger than the sadness that slowly consumed her mom. She rises to her feet, relishing in the ache in her limbs, and makes her way towards the nearby sound of water. Her thirst hits her first and she waits for the pangs of hunger, but they never come. She drinks her fill and meanders back towards her hiding spot beneath the trees when she hears the splashing coming from the stream she just left. She does not turn to see who it could possibly be, really she doesn't care, and continues walking. She is confident that she could survive most encounters now that she had her health back, but the battle she faces is one that she had oped to put off awhile longer. Tyrna She hears her spoken so softly a breeze could have whisked it away. It stops her in her tracks. A longing to turn and see his face was so strong she felt like she wanted to fall to her knees again. Instead she stood tall, burying her feelings, and yet not quite ready to face him. His voice is so soft, heartbreakingly apologetic, though he only whispered her name. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she turns to face him. She keeps her eyes focused on the floor, not knowing quite how to react and not wanting him to see the sadness that seemed to lurk in the shadows behind her eyes."Ruan." She breaths his name on a sigh before raising her eyes to meet his. Blue to blue, just as they had so many times before. Her eyes trace the contours of his face and wishes that she could be the one to press into his side and wipe away the worry and hurt that furrows his brow, but that was not her place. She was still an outsider. Other members of the Taiga had lived beneath the trees far longer than she had been awake, and he had a family long before they ever met. Tyrna was many things but she wasn't sure if she could add homewrecker to that list, assuming Ruan felt even a fraction of what she did. And honestly she wasn't even sure of what she did feel. "I'm sorry. I just had to leave." She chuckles sadly and shakes her head, "I was never one for big family gatherings, nor being called like a pet." She keeps her gaze level and her voice barely quavers, but her eyes can't lie. Not to him. And right now her eyes hold nothing but sorrow. Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid |