The Lost Islands
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those black wings

Beschea



C R O W


He met her gaze and that was where it stayed. Crow felt no reason to look away; to hide what she felt from the stallion whose eyes mirrored her own. It is only when the sea comes rushing up onto them that the moment is broken.


As the water rushes up around Crow’s legs she feels a moment of panic. Muscles react faster than her brain and quickly the filly lunges away from the tide and onto the safe sand, her body trembling and her heart thundering in her chest as she pivots to face the retreating wave that had dared touch her. Lowering her delicate face she blows a heavy snort at the water before raising her crown only inches to incline it towards the pale stallion. His posture is now inviting but Crow is still unsure. What if the water reaches out to try and snag her once more? With another snort she nervously moves over closer to him.


At first Crow does not lie beside the stallion but instead stands over him; her shadowed gaze locked onto the threatening water. But when the tide shows no more signs of rising she finally relaxes enough to take what he has offered. Knees buckling, Crow lowers herself down onto the warm sand beside the stallion. With her body pressed against his and the embracing earth beneath, a sense of security Crow has not felt in quite some time calms her nerves. Reaching her soft nose over to him again to brush his neck and cheek, to lip at a few strands of his white mane; Crow finally lowers her head to rest under his with a soft sigh and closed her eyes.


female // mutt // fifteen.one // one // black [EE/aa] // frost
chavez x aster

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