The Lost Islands
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take me where I've never been

The gathering of horses continues to grow, drawn by the rising sounds of battle. Indira's intent remains focused on Nagendra, exposed too far from his mother's side. She gives her grandson a rough shove towards Hannah. "Go!" Indira urges. "Get the foals out of here!" Indira understands how much Hannah must want to take a bite out of Warsaw, but here will be time for that later, when the children aren't caught up in the middle of it.

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Nagendra grunts and pins his ears in defiance. His young heart beats accelerando. The thrill of the battle taking shape all around him enraptures his curious mind, and sets his sets his eyes afire. It's like an erratic dance: the twisting and turning of bodies, sweat gleaming in the moonlight, and lean muscles rippling under their skins. Nagrendra yearns for the day he's old enough to do what adults do, to dance like they do, to fight under the moonlight. For now he's content to watch, but his mother and grandmother so rudely interrupt. Someday he'll be big enough, and no one will shove him around like this.

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Indira's eyes linger on the retreating forms of Hannah and the twins until they disappear into the brush. Her attention returns to the battle and her eyes behold nothing but chaos. Warsaw, Persephone, Evren, and several other horses come together in a mess of flying hooves and bared teeth. Angry squeals and battle cries split the midnight air.

A fresh wave of adrenaline seems to slow time, and the cacophony of voices fades to a distant roar. Her next focus is drawn to Evren, her dearest sister. The brilliance of Evren's markings shine brightest in the dim of night. Evren pursues Warsaw alongside Persephone. Their bodies move in a languid slow motion. A silver-maned stallion materializes out of the darkness and charges towards Evren. Panic rises in Indra's throat, and without thinking, she leaps forward, throwing herself between Evren and her would-be assailant.

(OOC: Feel free to have Roug crash into Indira, bite her, or for her to have shouldered her way in after Evren took the hits. It's all up to you guys, Wolfie & Shiva.)

Indira
12 Years
Mare
Marwari X
15.2 Hands
Buckskin Tobiano
EE Aa nCr nT
Orhan x Arcana
Sabrina


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