The Lost Islands
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Only need the sun when it starts to snow; (any)



Larka stands silently on the white sand beach, watching as the retreating form of Liland vanishes into the waves. Despite the warmth and humidity of the jungle island, her pale silver white body shook with a fierce cold that cut straight to her soul. Anger festered there, its burning ember becoming a growing flame as she watches him disappear upon the horizon, a smug expression upon his face. He did not say it, he had not needed to. He enjoyed this. Of course she knew he was not exactly thrilled to be handing one of his mares over to an enemy, but she had irritated him and the irritation grew quickly into a sort of hate for it could only be hatred that would have allowed the once kind stallion to separate mother and son and drive her so viciously into the arms of his enemy.

He had not stayed here with her either. He had merely lingered long enough to inform the silver bay stallion that she was his payment and then with a kick of his heels he tore back down the beach and into the surf. "Coward." she hissed flicking her long black tail back and forth against her haunches. Silver blue eyes had risen to meet the startling emerald green of the jungle stallion. There was something unnerving about him, like a shadow that seemed to forever haunt his steps. He was not unkind to her when he had exchanged his breath with hers. A primal hunger lingered in his eyes as he inquired about the swim but she felt fairly certain the niceties were a mere formality. He was not called the beast king for no reason. Thick black tail tucked against her haunches as on shaking legs she allowed him to guide her towards his herd. As they approach, she pauses for a moment to let her gaze flit over the herd. It was much larger a herd than Liland had, made up of several mares who grazed in quite contently for the most part.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as once more she lets her gaze turn towards the horizon where she knew her son stood worry upon his face. How she longed to press him against her breast once more but Liland made it perfectly clear she was no longer welcome there and she shuddered at the thought. "One day..."
she whispers, more to the winds than to herself, praying that some way, somehow her words would reach the ears of the boy and reassure him that he was not far from her mind.

Larka
not all that wander are lost;
pic courtesy of mutednight @ deviantart


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