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Tuari knows that she should have known better. She should never imagine fate would allow her to slip free from their grasp and into happy oblivion. Always the same thing happened whenever she dared to imagine she would find freedom.

Tuari had hoped that Torsten would be searching the other islands, she hoped that his gaze would be far from here nearest where he last saw her. The wild look in his eyes still haunted her, still caused her to shiver with fear. Even now she can see the gaunt look in his eyes, the firm press of his pink lips and the tension beneath his skin. He would never let her live in peace, at least that much she was certain of. If she could just avoid him long enough, maybe the turmoils of the lagoon would keep him occupied.

She was not expecting him. Tuari was not prepared.

Torsten comes like a hurricane, bursting through the brush like a raging beast. Like a deer frozen by fear, she stands transfixed where she grazed. Whites rim her pale eyes as she prickles in surprise. In a flash he is on her, his broad shoulders covering her back and powerful hooves holding her steady beneath him. Despite the squeal of protest upon her lips, he does not hear her. ”Torsten STOP! No!” she screams but he is relentless. Tears glisten in her eyes as he has his way. His thick husky voice whispers against her ears, murmuring that everything would be alright but Tuari cannot respond, cannot find the words. Only when he dismounts does she find the strength to take a few steps forward and whirl around to face him. Creamy silver ears disappear beneath the alabaster curls of mane that frame her delicate features. Pale, silver blue eyes glare at him with both accusation and horror. ”No Torsten! No! It will not be okay! It will NEVER be okay!” she sobs, her lithe frame shivering. She felt dirty. Filthy. Felt as though the light layer of sweat that darkened her skin were thick patches of mud maring her glistening coat. He did not see the reason behind it, did not understand and Tuari was out of ways to make him understand. ”I will never be yours. This child will NEVER be yours!” she hisses turning away from him with a flick of her tail. Let him chase her, let him torment her but she could not find it in herself to care. Not now. Not ever.