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Axelle

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mare | 18.0hhs | flaxen chestnut pangare | of the lost island wilds

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Shaking her head with coughs leaving her throat and lungs, a flaxen chestnut pangare mare flicked her tail against her hocks. The thick locks were long and touched the ground, her mane falling past her shoulders and touching just under her breast. She had hated it being long for so long, but now with how wet it was, she was even more livid as she heaved a breath from her lungs and turned to look at her brother who was becoming more on edge with where they had ended up.


Blinking her lilac colored eyes, the mare looked around the open area in a place she had heard others call the commons. Turning to face her brother after a quick scan, the mare named Axelle opened her lips. “Octavius… are we safe here?” Her voice was soft, very quiet. Her brother was used to the hushed way she held herself and when his head shifted and set the grey of his eyes on her, she held back a shiver at the seriousness that lined his face. “I do not know Axelle.” Was all he said before he turned back to the distance.


They had been inseparable for the years of their life leading up to now and Axelle would not allow it to change. Creeping closer to her brother, the pale colored mare let her cheek rest against his body before closing her lilac eyes. She was exhausted and with ehr already weak lungs from a hard birth, Axelle was struggling with the water in them. Her breathing was raspy and she just wanted to sleep, but instead she rested against her brother and waited to see what would come their way.