The Lost Islands
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the devil must be daily resisted.







the flesh must daily be crucified.

Bahadır



Her compliment of a strong lead falls on deaf ears. At this moment he does not feel the strength that everyone keeps insisting he has. Nas has tried to breath strength into him... and it works temporarily. But the snakes in his head slither and hiss, reminding him of his defeat. He would assume Shaydowfax too, will remind him of his defeat, with her words and the sour looks she will give him.

Does she know? His dark eyes search her face, his heart thunders wildly against his ribs. With an exasperated sigh and a lowering of his proud crown, he knows it is time to deliver the news. "Shaydowfax was won in a battle," he pauses his dark eyes search her face for his reaction. "We came up to the shores of Luthien... where we were ambushed by Warsaw. I did my best to defend her against him, but he had the element of surprise and he is a seasoned fighter," he sighs the guilt weighs heavily on his shoulders.

"I don't know when or IF she will return," he admits out loud. He likes her but he needs to go on with life in the Dunes without constantly looking on the horizon to see if she will return. He understands the ways of the Islands, tomorrow is not guaranteed, especially in the searing sands of the desert.

"Are you angry?" he asks finally, his dark eyes fall on her face. His ears rotate forward beneath his tangled onyx mane. What would she say? Would she want to leave now? Thinking him incompetent of protecting Raptor and her? The questions furrow his brow with worry, he has done the best that he can... that is all that he can do.

Arabian Mutt - Bay Rabicano - 14.3 hh - Orhan x A'idah

Desert Bred Sultan of the Dunes






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