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 Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 11:59 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 10:11 am
When was the last time he had been up in these parts? The Mer paused as he swam up the large river, his eyes flickering around the semi familiar area. Years... Several years. He was a foal last time. So young and innocent. He vaguely remembered the mutant species called Naga that resided there. He had found he quite enjoyed their company. He could remember a pair fawning over him. He could recall being nuzzled and called adorable. The stallion smiled slightly, the small smile the first he had done in ages. He stretched out his tail, before surging forward with new vigor. He would make it to their herd lands. Hopefully they were... well... still alive. Everyone he loved had died. His tail flicked as he moved, shifting through the river. Occasionally it got a little tight, and he had to wiggle and shift until he got through the tight spots. But he was going to get through; he was going to get to this herd lands, and hope that they would still be alive. He didn't want that herd to be destroyed... He remembered them being so happy.
Tigrinus paused when he got close. His ears swiveled, short hair shifting in the water. Pushing himself up, he lifted his head out of the water and swiveled his head around. He recognized that low hanging tree. Sniffing lightly, he lowered himself back into the water, before surging forward once more. His tail swayed as he swam, his hooves tucked under his body. He shifted and weaved between rocks and bed banks. Eventually, he found himself closer to the herd and moved more cautiously. If they didn't recognize him... they wouldn't. How could they? He was grown now, with silver hair instead of black, and scars all over his body. His features were no longer soft and gentle as they were when he was a child. Instead, they were hard and rough, and angry... Or at least described as angry. In all honesty, he just didn't feel like explaining much more than what was needed. He didn't need to seem happy to be happy. He stretched himself out some, before slowly lifting himself back up toward the surface. He couldn't have been more than a few miles out from the herd lands.
The area was lovely, and he knew that from when he was a child. His tail flicked under the water, and his head tilted one way, and then the next. It was filled with both water and trees, and grasses alike. He noted the hoof prints on the banks of the rivers, and figured that they were still part Kelpi's at the very least. He breathed out a small sigh, before moving forward a bit more, cautious and slow, in case he needed to stop and explain himself to a new, or old, member of the herd.
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