The crunch of wet stones beneath hooves was a satisfying noise as Maji slipped out of the choppy waters that had carried her here, their silver tongues lapping hungrily at the rocky shoreline. She had chosen this spot to come ashore for it’s solitude. It was little more than a small notch in the side of the island, so covered in stones and creepers it could hardly be called a beach. The jungle was thick here and it spilled out on to the rocks in a riotous burst of life, threatening to gobble up the narrow strip of gravelly shoreline all together.
Maji paused a few steps from the jungle’s edge, her tall figure held poised and alert as she flicked a black-tipped ear, pale eyes drinking in the dark green abyss that awaited her. An abyss that her skin itched with anticipation to lose itself in. It was her home. Her friend. The pull of the jungle after these long moons spent away, tugged from place to place by the sea - her true mistress - was so strong that the white splashed mare could feel the prickling in her feet, urging her to take those last few steps to catharses.
And still she waited.
It was hard to know exactly why Maji stood for so long on that thin strip of pebbles, mere feet from the resting spot she had been waiting for for so long. Perhaps it was some bazar test of her own will, to know that she could stand there, between her two true loves, and go to neither one. Perhaps it was a brief, long buried memory of Rade and his vicious courting that gave her pause. Or perhaps it was some masochistic streak in the white-splashed mare that made her taunt herself, dangling her own desire just out of reach. Perhaps Maji herself did not know the answer.
Finally, after her drawn out arrival, the salt slicked mare moved forward with a jerky start, as if coming out of a trance. Her long neck stretched out eagerly and she moved forward with an abrupt suddenness, hooves biting into the ground as she ducked through the foliage, nostrils flaring wide to take in a breath of sticky sweet air. And oh it was sweet.
- MAJI
But I can still read what you're thinking
Mutt | Seal brown splash (Ee Ata Splspl | 16.2hh | 8 | The Paradise | Gecko
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