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courage is not the abscense of fear [OPEN]




courage is not the abscense of fear, but the conquest of it.



"Skadí Queen of Paradise," she tried the name across her whiskered lips "Skadí Queen of Paradise!" she said louder as she pushed her chest proudly outward and stepped beneath the hanging vines. Okay... It was temporary. BUT she would be lying if she didn't like the sound of Queen across her lips. Afterall, her mother had always been at her fadir's side, a Queen wherever they had set foot. And it was only right that she took up the mantle.

The young splashed Queen paused at the edge of the ocean's bubbling surf. It tugged at the feathers of her legs and lipped at her toes. She had known many places in her short lifetime - from the frozen tundras of the Nordurland the barren sands of Salem and NOW here... in the most beautiful of places. The world around her was brilliantly colored, from the deep jungle greens to the brightly colored macaws. It was a land full of plenty and bountifully it laid itself out before her.

A breath lingered on her lips and promise lightened her soul. Promise of the bounty. Promise of a new beginning. A beginning she could cultivate all on her own. No watchful eye of her older brother nor the scrutinizing eye of her fadir. No here she could blossom like the lands around her.

With that thought she turned from the ocean's surf. An inviting nicker leaves her lips. Come forth from the shadows and greet your Queen. Make yourself known unto her. Pledge anew your promises.



S k a d í

Icelandic X - 14.3 hh - Mare - Dunskin Splash

Björn x Tigerlilly

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