The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

~ show me the most damaged parts
Posted on November 9, 2021 at 03:05:20 AM by CALYPSO





"Oh Caly," her mother laughed, "You are always being so dramatic."

Instantly, Caly jerked her head toward her mother, her eyes narrowed as she glared at her. "That's not true," she retorted, "I am afraid that one day he is going to come strolling through the waves and right into our front door, and drag me back to his home."

With a huff her mother turned her head away from her - tired of hearing all of of her daughters fears about a man who was islands away - Why don't you just go for a walk and clear your head," she said through gritted teeth. Caly knew that her mother grew tired of her worrying, yet no matter how hard she tried it was always surfacing, the thoughts consumed her night and day. The anxiety pooled in her stomach and chased her endlessly.

"Fine," she said between tight lips as she pivoted away from her mother.

How could she not understand? Caly had spent months with the wolf King, she had seen the darkness within his soul and it frightened her. She had seen what he could do to those who stood in his way - friends and captives alike - and of course she worried he would come for her. For Mirella. She slowed as she came to the edge of the sea cliffs, the ocean below her feet threw itself against the jagged rocks and vibrated the earth beneath her hooves. She shifted her bi-colored gaze to the distant horizon.

She closed her bi-colored eyes and breathed in the salty ocean air with its faint floral accents. Home. She is lost, lost in this moment. So lost that she did not feel the earth beneath her begin to crumble and give way beneath her weight. A squeal erupts from her mouth and her eyes pop open as she is catapulted through the air - she flipped over and over in mid air until her body splashed into the cold ocean.

Desperately she kicked and struggled beneath the surface, until she came bursting out of the water. It is only a breath before the ocean's current throws her against the jagged rocks like a child with its play thing as if it tired of it. A moan left her lips as she felt her body slam against the jagged rocks once more - pain blossomed across her ribs and shoulders.

Feebly she kicked, only to be thrown in to the cliff once more. She was going to die here. Alone. A muffled scream left her lips as she struggled to swim toward the distant shore, she kicked with every bit of strength she had. She could feel her strength return but little did she know that the cliff above her had given away and was now crashing down on her.

She glanced up in time to see the avalanche of earth and rocks, her muffled scream stuck in her throat as it all crashed around her.

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"It's so bright." she moans to herself. Every inch of her body screams their protest of any movement she makes. She moves her leg an inch. Scream. She moves her ear. Scream. She tries to lift her head. Scream.

A ragged breath pulls through her flaring nostrils as she tries to open her swollen eyes. She pushes through the protest and blinks her eyelashes once and then twice. She peers out at the strange land, the hardened sand, the surf that washes around her ankles, and the persistent calls of the gulls. Tenderly she lifts her head off of the sand and gazes at the shore that stretches as far as her bi-colored eyes could see. She takes note of the warm afternoon sun, the distant trees and the soft wave of the grasses as they bend with the sea breeze.

She winces as she sits up on her side and begins to look over her legs - scrapes and cuts, she checks her side - bruises and more scrapes - and finally at the sands below her. A red crimson trickles onto the sands beneath where she lays. She swallows back the fear that grips at her chest. She could feel the sticky blood matted into her mane and the crunchiness as she swivels her head once more.

She does not attempt to rise. No. She could barely move her legs, let alone try to stand... and the other piece to the puzzle had yet to be found. Where in the hell was she?


C A L Y P S O

Starry Eyed Girl
Mutt // 9 years old // 15.0 hh // Dunskin Overo // Mare // Asche x Caesisus

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