The Lost Islands
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So cut up like paper, and tape me into something beautiful [Olaf]






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Xina said nothing nor did anything as Olaf touched her shoulder; just stood there watching him until he took her to his home. She complied with a detached attitude, just moving as he either drove her or lead her to his territory. The mare didn't even give Paradise a glance as they passed its shores by, not wanting to remember anymore than she had too of that dreadful day. But her daughter does come to mind and for a moment she wonders if she should request to stop there; to see if Mera was still wandering the Island hoping to see her family return to their once beloved home.


But Xina remains mute and carries on to the shores of Salem; not caring of the new found heat that resided on her back as she moves from the water or the lack of food to graze upon. Most all traces of the Lagoon are gone from her roan flesh and so there is no longer a barrier of mud between her and the sun as her two toned gaze looks across the sands of Salem. It had been many many seasons since she had first emerged from the salt water onto this Island but she had not forgotten the stallion whom had given her the very first place she could call home.


Devin


Xina could even remember his name. Though they had never formed any sort of bond, he had been kind enough to her in her youth. This was not the Badlands though and even if it were she could not remember much about the territory; only that she should shelter and rest during the day and graze during the night. With a swish of her tail, Xina walked forward without prompt and out into the thicker sands not packed together by sea water. The grains clung to her wet legs as she pressed each hoof firmly into its shifting grasp until she stood atop a high dune to look out across the open land.


As she stood there a harsh wind slapped her in the face, spraying sand across her body but also bringing with it scents of others. Drinking in the feminine perfumes of the man's other women, the warm air burned like fire in her lungs. It was a welcoming pain as it was physically rather than mentally. One she could indeed bear without breaking down.

mare | 14.3 | Ee Aa RR | 15yrs



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