The Lost Islands
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Quicker than bleeding wires.

Beschea
There was movement stirring in the sands so far away.

She had long since tricked herself into thinking that this place, with its rolled hills of sand that bucked under the slightest breeze and washed up against her knees like a land-tide, was the closest thing to home she would have for a long while. The sun bakes her skin, punching the moisture from her swim away from her flesh and drying her out. Lips smacking, teeth chattering- she is gleefully comforted with the concept of being home. Home. This was not her home, but perhaps it was close enough.

As the sun caked salt against her skin and she started to tread sand up and over the wistful dunes, she sees the golden silhouettes against the blue-yellow sky, standing out with their serpentine handsomeness, their bodies mingled together in a near loving embrace. It was their sensual existence that drew her in; dark eyes turning upwards and looking over their beautiful, lean bodies and liking what she saw. They looked to be both male and female- doubly gendered between the two of them, so different looking than young Tali’Zorah. Her home had been harboring tall, strong stallions and fine-boned and delicate women, mingled together in a sensationally sexually discriminate environment.

These two, though, seemed to be the perfect balance of the genders, with high boned faces and lean, lovely legs and bodies. Entranced in their appearances, she stares with dark eyes and a blank, black face as they approach her, finding her, and greeting her with a voice she cannot quite place, accented with a foreign sounding word. “Selamat malam.” She greets them with a whisper of a voice, feeling that if she were to speak too loudly, her desert bred friends would be whisked away into a nothingness, or that they should break. “I could not ignore the beauty.” There is an old-fashioned politeness that takes over in Tali’Zorah as she speaks to them, remembering all the manners her mother had taught her so as to not insult them, for they were such fine creatures.

She felt as though she paled in comparison.
tali'zorah ;
mare. black. two years. karabakh x arabian. Ee aa. 14.3 hands. russell.


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