The Lost Islands
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comin straight for the castle.
Posted on July 12, 2017 at 01:01:41 AM by mariael


ALREADY CHOKING ON MY PRIDE
so there's no use crying about it
The sound of a whinny, unexpected though it was, stole Mariael’s attention as she regarded a fresh set of paw prints near one of the rivers which spilled into the ocean. Her head shot upright, ears flicking as she turned to look with a hard, suspicious gaze down the stretch of the beach toward where the cry had come. Zevulun, she knew, was deep within the Bay territory as she’d sent him to try and uncover further tracks to guess which area of the island the wolves were going to call home that winter. If she could help it, her and her siblings and any else of the herd would seek protection on the opposite side, staying far from wherever the predators wished to shelter.

Abandoning her inspection, Mariael turned about, the cold wind off the ocean rolling across her body where her coat was already growing in thick in preparation for the chill yet to come. Strands of hair grew off her jaw, her belly, and around her legs, a testament to the draft blood she was thankful to have within her. Ears pricked forward, she found her curiosity (and suspicion) mounting the closer she drew, noting the lone horse standing just where the beach begun to crawl toward the trees.

Head held proudly high, Mariael whickered a low, rumbling call as she drew closer, narrowing her eyes momentarily as she studied the mare but deciding, if push came to shove, she could likely drive her away from the Bay and back into the frigid waters.

“Welcome to the Bay.” She said as she drew near, “I’m Mariael, queen in this land.” Sometimes her sense of authority earned a reaction which would tell her more about the horse she was communicating with. Everything from respect to its opposite – or even disinterest in the matter – would teach her something about the stranger at her doorstep. She noted how the mare did not have a coat which spoke to adjustment in Tinuvel’s cold, unforgiving climate. “Would you like to seek shelter in the trees? The wind from the ocean may be slight in the Bay, but I’m sure it’s uncomfortable if you’re not used to this place.”
QUEEN OF THE BAY
nephilim x hollowshank; cremello tobiano



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