The Lost Islands
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those black wings

Beschea



C R O W

Excuse me!


His voice rang through the air, splitting the silence and causing Crow to freeze mid-step. Surely the unfamiliar cry of another was not directed at her? Again the stranger called but the black filly was no longer frozen. Launching herself forward in a moment of panic that stemmed from her desperation not to hurt any longer; Crow ran. The filly did not go far though before her mind cleared and she realized that running would get her nowhere in life and never before had she been a coward. So as she came to a stop she turned, ears sudden pinning and a hateful expression plastering on her face while she waited for him to catch up.


When he appeared through the vegetation that she had raced through, Crow was surprised to see he was around the same age as her. His young dished face looked no older than hers which made her wonder what he was doing here. Regardless of her curiosity Crow kept the cold hateful mask upon her ebony face while her nearly black eyes glared at him in what seemed a dare for him to try anything.


“What do you want?” she snarled out, her feminine tone laced with a ferocity that Crow didn’t even know she had. The dark filly hoped it would make a good bluff as she had no idea what she was doing.


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

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