Zalika

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mare | 15 | mustang x arabian | red roan | 15.1

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Why? Why oh why am i back here?

The thought has run around her head a dozen times, making each step she took even more painful than the last as she continues to venture into the lagoon; a place that was both good and bad in her memories, but she had been the most happiest living way from here with her children. Yet the more she thinks on it the more she realizes it was not her children she was truly happy for, but the blood that ran through their veins that cemented her loyalty to the one man that gave her life and gave her the scars that decorated her white peppered skin. Zalika knew she deserved it all, and continued to stay near his side no matter what, but where was he now? Her beast was gone and of course she had come looking.

The lagoon air was heavy with male musk, and not one bit of it smelled of her dark sin himself. She stops herself, small face raising to the trees above to try to distinguish anything that seemed familiar but it was all in vain. Her head drops, looking down into the little pond she found herself at, drinking in her haggard appearance. Perhaps she was too old to continue chasing after hopeless dreams. Zalika knew she was much thinner than normal now with her age but she remained small and refined like most did with Arabian blood; at most her ribs showed through and her back just slightly beginning to sink in a tad. Her many children had not been kind to her stature either, each one making it hard to gain back all that had taken from her to be made and birthed into this world.

Little devil's they all were, eyes laughing as she continued to look down into the abyss of water. For once she lets herself relax, mind drifting off into memories that kept her distracted from the real world.