The Lost Islands
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YOU CAN'T SHAPE ME

Zjeena doesn't know how far back she would reach. All the wasted time and emotional energy she put into Liland fill her with regret. She could go back to the day they met in the commons, under stormy skies, an omen of their relationship to follow. She could resist his charms right then and there, turn away, and find a home somewhere more peaceful. Right now, in this moment filled with both hurt and rage, Zjeena would. She would give it all away to have her innocence back, to be the naive young mare grazing on the common isle, never having heard the name Liland.

Tomorrow she might remember how much she loves her children, and remember how she came together with Rougaru, and perhaps only turn the clocks back to the day she decided to return to the Bay. But for now, she wants to wish away all of the pain, even if it means losing love.

Her fire is all-consuming, and it rages on towards Rougaru. Gnashing teeth and angry eyes bare into him. Rougaru is an unyielding force that further frustrates the beast. Zjeena aims a bite true for his shoulder. It should be a message loud and clear. She isn't messing around. Zjeena gives a wild shake of the head. Her parti-colored mane flies every which way, releasing a spray of water, and then settling damp against her neck once more. A sound rises from the depths. At first it's a low rumble, like distant hoofbeats, but it rises to a terrifying crescendo. A roar that shakes the trees forces its way past her lips. Her legs slurps and squelch. A foreleg stirikes out at Rougaru's chest, sending both blunt force and a spray of mud in his direction.

Rougaru speaks but words sound so far away, drowned out by the screaming in her head and the steady fall of rain, until one sentence cuts through the cacophony. I shall see the world burn for you. Zjeenas hooves settle into the mud, and a sinister smile seeps into her eyes. "Good.", she growls. Black eyes rise to meet the worried greens of her mate. Something evil stirs in the blackness of their depths. Hate tightens its coils around the neck of Liland. "Go. Burn the Bay for me. Bring me Liland's head."

Zjeena knows the wolf has longed for the moment. Today she opens the door to his cage and sets the free the monster within.

ZJEENA

6 YEARS
MARE
FJORD
14.0 HANDS

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