Tiberios
One last time. He inhales the thought and releases it to the wilderness. A prisoner he’d been before, to others perhaps, but now he’d spent his time chained to his memories. He’d lost himself out here - away from his kind. Unkempt, dirty, thin: Tiberios was a shadow of his former self. With hollow, amber eyes he blinks softly and rethinks his wasted existence, finally tucking it away to a place where it could never wound him again. He bears the scars of his battles past proudly now and thinks often of the love he left behind. Shatter had been the only faint light in this exile. She’d come to him again in her time of need and he’d replenished her, undoubtedly sparking a new life. But what she hadn’t expected was the new life that the encounter had sparked within the spotted brute.
So for a final time the haggard stallion takes in his empty surroundings and turns away from them forever, kicking up his heels in an uncharacteristic gallop and driving himself back to her fading arms.
Of course, when he arrives, she’s waiting. He’d always kept her in that state. He eases himself into a lurking walk, wading gently past the others so that he wouldn’t reveal himself just yet. Stunning as always, there’s a new emptiness to her eyes. The hope he’d instilled in her so long ago was finally in its dying breaths. The urge to call out to her is overwhelming, but he reminds himself of what she’ll see when he makes himself known. An emaciated black sabino with tendrils of tangled, black mane. Scars gone grey and hard over time. New white hairs along his muzzle and eyes that gave the illusion of a greying, aged man. Tiberios is different … so different.
He inhales, gathering his thoughts and feelings before breaking clear of his cover. With a low call he answers her questioning eyes and waits, hoping that it’s not too late.
TIBERIOS
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