05-26-2021, 03:53 PM
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Targaryen stays in Loess longer than he had anticipated. He spends the days thinking about Cheri and convincing himself that he should probably leave, and he spends the nights kissing Cheri and listening to his heart telling him that he should never leave. The tobiano knows he should return to Taiga soon, especially with the amount of work Yanhua was giving him before he visited Cheri. Targaryen still isn’t sure if the Guardian was overloading him so that he wouldn’t feel the effects of Cheri’s absence, or if he was trying to keep the tobanio away from Loess in the first place.
Regardless, Targaryen had abandoned his responsibilities to see Cheri for one day, which had turned into several days, and now he is really neglecting Taiga.
The sun has barely risen when Targaryen finally says goodbye to Cheri and heads further south. Perhaps he can remain in Yanhua’s good graces by bringing a stranger into Taiga and provide them with a home. It would also make for an easier story once he comes back to Taiga; whether he’s successful in his recruitment or not, Targaryen can explain that he was in the common lands.
The tobiano takes a path that cuts between the Forest and Hyaline, enjoying the workout in his muscles as he moves up and down the rolling foothills of the mountains. A particularly chilly breeze moves through the air as Targaryen walks, and he pulls his wings closer to his body to protect himself from the cold. However, as he finally settles into warmth, Targaryen is surprised to find that he has no wings.
In the next instant, the stallion has no idea who he is — nor is he a stallion. He’s a gray wolf, with a thick coat of fur patterned in shades of rock-gray and chocolate brown, and he doesn’t feel the cold any longer. And his mind is a wolf’s, no longer thinking about an electrifying girl or his trip to the Meadow. The wolf is thirsty, and he silently pads to the river cutting through Beqanna to drink. He laps the water quickly, hungrily, and raises his head to scan the surroundings with his brown eyes once he’s drank his fill.
Regardless, Targaryen had abandoned his responsibilities to see Cheri for one day, which had turned into several days, and now he is really neglecting Taiga.
The sun has barely risen when Targaryen finally says goodbye to Cheri and heads further south. Perhaps he can remain in Yanhua’s good graces by bringing a stranger into Taiga and provide them with a home. It would also make for an easier story once he comes back to Taiga; whether he’s successful in his recruitment or not, Targaryen can explain that he was in the common lands.
The tobiano takes a path that cuts between the Forest and Hyaline, enjoying the workout in his muscles as he moves up and down the rolling foothills of the mountains. A particularly chilly breeze moves through the air as Targaryen walks, and he pulls his wings closer to his body to protect himself from the cold. However, as he finally settles into warmth, Targaryen is surprised to find that he has no wings.
In the next instant, the stallion has no idea who he is — nor is he a stallion. He’s a gray wolf, with a thick coat of fur patterned in shades of rock-gray and chocolate brown, and he doesn’t feel the cold any longer. And his mind is a wolf’s, no longer thinking about an electrifying girl or his trip to the Meadow. The wolf is thirsty, and he silently pads to the river cutting through Beqanna to drink. He laps the water quickly, hungrily, and raises his head to scan the surroundings with his brown eyes once he’s drank his fill.
@[Minah]