The Lost Islands
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it would seem these monsters are men

all I knew were the stories I was told of monsters
and valiant men sworn to slay them.



“I do not think he would either.” Abigail replied, firmly. It was her headstrong nature and even a lurking touch of fear for what heartaches she’d suffered as a child, that made her words harder than need be. A small flame burned bright, just for a moment in her blue, blue eyes. She would never think of Braylen to abandon her or their children, she wouldn’t even allow the thought to steal into her heart. Abigail had lost so much before she came to the islands, she’d thought she’d lost him once, but she had never lost hope that she’d cross his path again. Braylen would not leave her, it was not in his nature.

Still, she appreciated Pagan’s concern. Only seconds after she had responded so quickly did she soften, her lips offering an apologetic smile as she relaxed what muscles had tensed. “Thank you, Pagan.” She said, just in case the smile was not enough.

Wherever Braylen was, Abigail was certain he had good reason. She would not judge him wrongfully and soon, she hoped, he would come to meet his sons.

Abigail turned her eyes to her sons, the smile staying on her mouth as she watched their personalities develop in the way they behaved with Pagan. The lead stallion of the Inlet would be a good example to them, she quickly saw, and would help teach them what it meant to be a good stallion in this world. Their mother had once known the horrors of monsters, not that she’d ever told that story before, not even to her dear Braylen. If there was anything she could do in this life aside from love her children unconditionally, it was to help guide them to a path that would make them as valiant and kind as she could ever hope they might be.

Her tail flicked at her hindquarters with a soft swishing whisper, gaze following Dragomir after he nipped at Pagan and then retreated shortly after. Abigail could not help but lightly laugh after he spun and ran, though it wasn’t a cruel laugh, more so one of an amused observation. Her eyes were bright as she looked to the buckskin stallion. “I’m sorry, Pagan, they’re very lively boys, as you can tell.”


it would seem these monsters are men
and it would seem these men fear their own monsters



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