The Lost Islands
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comin straight for the castle.


ALREADY CHOKING ON MY PRIDE
so there's no use crying about it
Life breathed into the Inlet like a low cough from a waking elder. Mariael stirred at the borders – she’d been walking by them, same thing she did nearly every day, just waiting to hear a stir within the lands. The cry echoed, pulled from the lungs of its new leadership and thrust out over the island. Mariael paused, letting the sounds of Tinuvel fill the air once more. The crack of the pines as they swayed gently in the wind; the crisp shouts of birds and the chirps of chipmunks and squirrels as they frantically gathered food and snuggled up to their mates. Every noise was one Mariael had heard a million times before – birthed into the Bay, she’d lived the entirety of her life among these lands for the past five years.

How five seemed such a young, trivial age. Looking at Mariael – her thick coat littered with a few scars from the spats she’d found herself in – it was easy to misjudge her. To think she was only a pretty, blue-eyed dame so easy to take advantage of. But no. Mariael had lived through five Tinuvel blizzards. Mariael had successfully kept her herd safe through three of those five blizzards, having taken leadership of the Bay passed down through her father at a mere two-years-old.

She was the embodiment of Tinuvel and she loved her island.

The mare turned, head high, and walked boldly into the Inlet. Whoever was here now may have rightfully claimed this land to be sure, but Mariael had been here a lot longer, and her recent decisions may ignite a storm. Adrenaline sung its sweet, nearly-forgotten song in her veins, making her fight away a smile trying to tease onto her mouth. For too long she’d felt at a loss – everything was too peaceful – but now there was life again. There was something for her to do.

The Queen walked into the shallow, open beach of the Inlet and peered at her newest neighbor. She came to a halt at the break in the trees, her eyes narrowed as she studied him. He stood among these shores with familiarity, but she’d let herself trust the old blood of Tinuvel too easily last time. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

QUEEN OF THE BAY
nephilim x hollowshank; cremello tobiano





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