Tatter was a wanderer, one that many regarded as a bit of a rogue, a "riff
raff" sort to speak. Fate lead him to the small vale that Talia and her
two Serians, SilverRain and Bridle, lived in. It was almost as if there
were some inner drive forcing him to put one foot forward, step by step in
the direction of Talia's small farm, inching his way there. And it was a
good thing that fate forced him there, for he was in dire need of her
assistance.
He stumbled, slightly shaken, not quite realizing what had happened to
him. A long trailing wound lay open and bleeding across his neck, and
every movement was agony. He couldn't remember anything, only his name...
his past was completely and utterly erased from memory.
He whinnied, the sound echoing through Talia's yard, a pitiful sound, a
last ditch effort to be noticed by someone. He faintly heard the thudding
of hooves before he slumped lifelessly to the ground.
SilverRain and Bridle, fresh from the fields, galloped along the hilly
plains surrounding Talia's territory, SilverRain tossing his coal coloured
mane in delight, and soaring above his father, delighted that he had an
advantage over his sire. Bridle just snorted and galloped all the harder,
determined to show his young son up, and curb his youthful cockiness. He
stopped abruptly, mid gallop, dust flying in all directions at the sound
of the whinny. Silver landed beside him, his face showing concern.
"Father?" he asked. "Where is it?" He too had heard the call for help,
the plea for assistance. Without answering his son, Bridle took off in the
direction of the cottage, instinctively knowing where the other lay.
Silver, at the sight of the wounded Serian, called out to Talia for help.
The slender woman came rushing out of the cottage, medical bag in hand...
she was used to her own Serians becoming foolishly injured. Rushing to the
other's side, she tended to him, certain that he would be alright thanks
to her skill... treating wounds was her area of expertise.
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Over the months, the Serian healed, and began trusting his new found
family. His amnesia still remained, and although he only remembered his
name, it didn't seem to bother him that his entire past was forgotten. He
did dwell on one thing though... the incident that lead him to Talia's
house. Something told him it was important, something told him that a
large portion of his memories lay with that one moment, that one instant
in time. And no matter how hard he tried, he could not unlock it, could
not open the door to the memories that his mind kept safely hidden under
lock and key.
Tatter, as he had later told his new found bondmate was his name, became a
prideful stallion, always yearning for the wild, the outside world always
calling to him, always beckoning him. He generally stayed away from his
other Serian counterparts, preferring instead to do things on his own, to
explore the wild that he felt he belonged to in his desperate attempt to
discover himself.
Talia watched her bonded Serian with growing alarm. He had no identity...
and he was so intent on finding it, that he isolated himself from the
world, making it his one and only goal. She would always be worried about
him... her free spirit... |