Bahadır stumbles through the ocean's surf favoring his foreleg. With ever step he winces as pain shoots through his leg as weight bares down on it. He casts a glance of his shoulder, his dark eyes narrow as he looks at the distant island of Luthien.
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He had ventured to the Forest with Shaydowfax, in attempt to support Persephone. They had barely made it ashore when Warsaw thundered down on them, as if he had been waiting for their arrival. He lunged at Warsaw with bared teeth, guttural bellows and grunts filled the still air. They scuffled, each one desperately trying to get the upper hand on the other, but in the end it was Warsaw who came out victorious. Bahadır stumbled back in shock as Warsaw then went for Shaydowfax and drove her into the ocean.
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Blood mixes with the salty ocean surf, turning the frothy bubbles crimson. The wound splits jaggedly across his shoulder from where Warsaw had lashed out and struck him. He stands with his delicate head between his knees, shame written across his chiseled features. The ocean's surf washes around his fetlocks, tugging at him with each ebb and flow. He limps a few steps until stands on the dry sands of the beach, his tail flicks across his haunches with a snap.

He has failed. It is a feeling that tastes sour on his tongue. He will return to the Forest, this time he will be prepared for Warsaw. The infidel will pay for the shame that he has brought to the proud Sultan of the Dunes.