The Lost Islands
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The Heavens Cried Out Unto Me (Arishok)







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♥Trouble Is Just A Part Time Job Compared To The Rest Of Me♥
Isis had gotten tired of playing troublemaker with Larka. It had gotten bored fast. And besides, there was no willing participant to be the victim in her pranks.

The fiery red bay mare snorted angrily, moving on through the sandy dunes with a huff. Today was hot, boring and worst of all, it was making her even more angrier than she started off as leaving the falls.

"Ggggrrrooowwllll....." A growl echoed close behind the mare's back, making her ears go flat, and her eyes narrow. If it was a coyote or something, she was not in the mood to deal with them. But this was a good opportunity to get rid of her anger...Maybe she should kick some butt today.

Out of the shadows, three jackals came out, their rough fur was on end, teeth bared and salvia dripped down, showing hunger in their eyes as well.

"Look boys...a little lost lamb..." A voice of the middle one was heard.

Isis rolled her eyes, thoroughly not impressed as she spread her legs out a little bit to give her the most opportune ability to propel herself forward. Her mane covered her left eyes barely as she shook her neck, making it move out of the way and she smirked.

"So you think you can take us all on? You must be insane..." The same one giggled as the other two snapped their jaws.

"Not as insane as I can be, darling." Isis said in a mischievous voice, rushing forward, charging at full at the one in the middle.

The other two on either side broke off immediately, snapping at her heels but no, Isis used her head to shove the leader against the dunes, knocking it's breath away.

Once on the other side, she neighed, stomping her feet in challenge.

They all growled, not thinking twice before jumping on her. The mare was now furious, eyes wide with fear and anger. One had her front left leg, the other was biting at her side and the leader was walking to her. But no, Isis wouldn't be held down. She bucked and kicked and tore at them all.

When the Jackals fell to the ground with heavy thuds, then did she deliver the final blow to one of them, crushing it's entire side with both of her front hooves, whinnying in anger and stared down at the other two who were now looking upon the bay mare in horror.

"Bring it on..."She challenged the other two at last, but they ran off quickly, not snarling nor barking but muttering curses instead. At last, did the mare look sympathetic at the now dead corpse of the Jackal. "Sorry friend, but you were the one who wanted me dead and the heavens decided it was your turn first." She said in a soft voice. Isis din't know if it was her who was getting soft or was it the fact that the Jackal looked so young....
Isis
5 years old-- Arabian -- Mare—16.1 HH



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