The Lost Islands
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my mind's like a deadly disease



I had nothing to say And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me



Fire continued to build inside him, fanned to life primarily by Zephyra. Although the brute wanted them to feel comfortable and at home in the inlet, he refused to lower his standard nor pretend that the world was a safe and peaceful place. it wouldn’t be responsible of you to interfere, the words rang inside his cranium until his temper had risen in his chest and began to spew from his maw. ”So would it be better if I let mares be beaten to death? Or perhaps to just pretend nothing bad ever happens outside of my home? You are far safer under the care of a vigilant leader than wandering the crossings. I have done my rightful duty. I have tried to protect someone who could not do that for themselves. I will not stand by idly and allow a disgusting creature like Koray to do as he pleases with whomever he pleases.

Snorting, the friesian male stamped a hoof against the hard ground, his voice like a rumble of thunder, unable to tell when he switched from the common tongue to his native voice.

”Onwetend meisje. Ze zouden ze in stukken trekken.” [translation: ignorant girl. They would pull them to pieces.] Words flowed in a rush from him, unable to stop. Orkaan came off strong in his rage but for him, the two had already become his family and family was everything. How dare she question his protection of them? He would never tolerate someone laying hoof on either of them. Shaking out his long, raven mane the brute tried without much success to quail his temper, though amber eyes soften as Dora cries out.

How to explain to her? Yet why did he need to? With a huff the hellion snaps his tresses against his hide, the sound of a whip. ”It is not always that simple prachtige [beautiful one.]” Spiraling out of control is a dangerous thing, and thus, it is with a final narrow look to Phi that the brute turns away from the sisters and begins to trot back toward the borders. Everyone needed time to cool off, he had decided. Mostly himself, else he may do something he’d later regret. ”If either of you needs me you will find me patrolling.” Gruff and brisk, Orkaan gace a final glance over his shoulder.


orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul



html & character (C) thekittyha


OOC: we can end here if you’d like, unless you want to post their responses <3



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