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our hearts just won’t die
Posted on December 20, 2019 at 02:50:33 PM by E V R E N



EVREN

Despite the chill in the air, Evren found herself far too warm in her thick winter coat these days, her blood blazing hot with stress and hormones. Her belly still only had a barely-perceptible swell to it, but she remembered all too well from her previous pregnancies how much more uncomfortable she would become as her unborn foal grew. Therefore she found herself drawn to the ocean more and more as of late, and only partly due to her almost obsessive patrols. Something about the freezing salt water was a balm on her nerves, as if it shocked her into momentarily forgetting about her worries, and it certainly helped cool her down too.

Evren’s patrols took her along the coast as usual, where she studied the horizon and scoured the beach, checking for any signs of seaside intruders. Normally she would have allowed herself a short dip in the shallows, but today was especially frigid, and the brisk sea wind was enough to chill her to the bone. Besides, the tide was swiftly coming in, and the steel-grey waves were angry today. Thus when she spied the slim black silhouette of Creed standing deep in the water, Evren’s head jerked up in alarm and she trotted briskly across the wet sand toward the mare.

“Creed! What are you doing?” Evren shouted above the wind from the water’s edge, though she knew exactly what the mare was doing. Any other day, she would have been proud of the mare’s progress, but the sea was treacherous and far too cold today to be safe for even a seasoned swimmer.

9; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh

orhan x arcana
mother of han
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