The Lost Islands
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sleep is only an escape

finley

He heard her nicker before the fronds parted and he was able to see her multicolored shape. Head lowering, ears lacing tight against his poll, Finley’s hateful appearance snaked towards Snapdragon as if he meant to chase her. To snap his jaws and peel away her flesh in any means necessary to cause her harm. Even his dark blue eyes glittered with the violence often found in his dam’s. But as the chocolate colored beast reached Snapdragon, he did none of those things. Instead, he aimed to plant his forehead square of her chest.


Finley had never admitted how his inner monologue never shut up. But it was obvious to anyone that was around him long enough to know he did not sleep well. He suspected Snapdragon knew as much as she knew every shade of bird that occupied her home. She had been here long enough, was observant enough, or he simply gave her too much credit.


As Finley closed his eyes, it nearly burned they had been open for so long. A heavy huff caused his flank to rise and fall exaggeratedly hard. It seemed no matter what plans she might have had before this, this was the plan now. Whatever this was.







stallion | mutt | 15.2hhs | Smokey Black | Angel x Xiomara





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