YOU USED TO BE MY HERO.

[sibber-chow]

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[bg=black] The whiskers of the stallion’s velveteen muzzle sent a shiver down her spine; it had been so very long since they’d been truly intimate with one another. It was the first in so long since she’d been truly intimate with anyone. She and Marut had been strained with recent events, and even when they weren’t, he couldn’t make Tuula feel this way. It still hurt that it took her so long to realize it. And, it hurt that she knew he’d had another like she had had Marut. But, she knew it was only right to let that go. They had both wronged each other too much for her to be so petty with jealousy. Tuula affectionately returned his nuzzle before grazing for a little longer. She began to think of the past and how far away everything seemed from this moment. It carried the good and the bad, but it was time to let go of it entirely. They had to move forward. This moment was perfection and as it moved to become the past, the mare came to regret the future. Sure, she was glad that the future held the two of them together, and she was happy that they would be trying to do the right thing and make peace with their loved ones. But, she feared how they would react. She feared it greatly because she couldn’t lose Hannibal again. She wouldn’t lose him again. The mare could feel her old bones starting to loosen up and her stomach became satisfied. Looking into his brilliant blue eyes, there was a sheen of hope and, still, anxiety in those two-toned orbs. “Let’s go then.” How would Marut handle this? Bolin? Her other herdmates? She was abandoning them as lady of Avvolgere, but it was for her happiness, something she just couldn’t deny herself any longer. The aged mare knew it was high time she took care of herself. Looking off in the direction of the great mount as a breeze comforted the speckled ivory, she took in a deep breath. She was ready for whatever came in her future with him. characters|| tuula word count|| 354 muse music|| the all-american rejects. ooc|| and so it begins. dun dun dun.

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[big daddy lizzeh.]

ooc. I'll post with Hannibal in the Era lands. On the post I already have going on there.

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