Glossary/Author's Note
**stallion** - adult male horse or kentaur **tarin** - (pronounced tare-in) an individual tarous of any age or gender. **tarous** - (pronounced tare-oh-s) a peaceful plains-dwelling race that resembles an anthropomorphic bovine in appearance.
Mourning The Sun
The tarous are a peaceful and gentle race who unfortunately share their land with some not so gentle or peaceful neighbors. a clear and beautiful day is interrupted when a tarous village is a attacked, and a young calf gets her first glimpse of death.
Chapter Two
Built in the grassy plains of splithoof valley, the tarous village was composed of a series of huts of varying size. the walls of the huts were made with the tanned and stretched skins of kordox; the large, lumbering beasts of burden used by the tarous.
Learning To Fly (Without Wings)
This knowledge was soon passed to all of the tarous tribes, but the knowledge was almost lost after the great war.
Chapter Three
The sound chilled the waiting tarous to the bone, momentarily freezing them in place.
Chapter Seven
"tarous." taiyra corrected offhandedly. "and i asked how you did that." the agwa gave her a perplexed look. "pardon?" "tarous." the druid repeated. "you meant to say you didn't know there were any_tarous_ out here. a tarin is an individual.
Chapter Five (Now Complete)
She would need a lot of provisions for such a journey, more than she could acquire in such a small trader camp, but it would also take her far from tarous lands. which was exactly where she wanted to be.
Chapter Eight
She turned away from the spotter and darted off but other tarous were already showing up, attempting to block her path.
Chapter 4
Curious, the doe steered the horse in the direction of the waving image, but as she came closer she realized that it was another tarous village.
Chapter Eleven
Nadirah trod wearily across the dead ground. The dry turf snapped crisply beneath her hooves, sometimes sending fragments of debris dusting into the air to stick temporarily to her ankles. The stale moist air tasted of decay, filling her nose with the...
Chapter One
Rakthon prided himself on knowing the name of every tarous for miles around, but he had never laid eyes on anyone that resembled the blood-bay doe addressing him. "no sir, i am not." she replied.
Chapter Ten
Two days of travel had left Nadirah's pack much lighter, but she felt no closer to her ultimate goal. The gentle swells of the grassy plain had quickly become homogeneous, giving to the illusion that she was simply walking in place. In a land with no...