The Lost Islands
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These Memories Mine Alone Open

She still had not seen Magnus and in all pure honesty she wanted to castrate him for it. Why in the hell did she come anyways?!? The black woman was rounder than ever and her sides hurt like hell. Misery. That was the word that explained everything perfectly. Often times she felt like her legs would break from her weight. This child is going to be huge! Sharp blue eyes were forced to look upon her swollen stomach. With a pained look she gave a frustrated snort. I will never look the same again, I swear!

Her first foal to be born in the spring and already she was hating it. Damn that stallion! Damn the cold and damn the pregnancy! Anger seemed to be apart of the norm by now as the arabian brewed over her rage. She wanted to go back, be a loner again and leave this place. Often times she'd stand near the waters edge. Showing clear desire to jump in, but wouldn't because it'd be a fool hearted move. Putting two lives at risk.

Which at this moment she was there again. Staring off beyond the waters edge. Wanting to leave because she really didn't have any ties here besides the protection for her foal. Even that though she doubted she had.

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