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Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

wandering around aimlessly,






~ she brings light to everyone around her.



Her heart thrums against her ribs with a quick staccato. Every scent around her is foreign and alien to her quivering nostrils. The scents of many horses lingers, but none are familiar to her nor are they her sister's. They had went into the ocean together. Najaat had promised they would never be separated. Her heart clenches in her chest.

"Ay Dede, lütfen kız kardeşimi koru.""

She whispers to the moon god a quiet prayer that she hopes will get to him in time. She closes her milky white eyes as a breath exhales from her quivering nostrils. She is utterly alone besides the great water that roars and pools at her hooves. She can feel its cool mist as it settles across her shoulders and nape. A shiver runs the length of her spine, such a place would be sacred and revered in her homeland. This land she has found herself in, is alien and peculiar, and it excites her with its strangeness.

A snap in the trees draws her from her thoughts. Her ears flick atop her head nervously as the sound of hooves on hardened earth signals the approach of another. Her heart begins to thrum harder and she can feel anxiety begin to writhe within the pit of her stomach. She has never been without her sister. And now she finds herself in a strange land, no sister, and a stranger approaches. As the stranger draws closer, his masculine scent wafts around her and his voice whispers in the still air.

How did you fare? Is there anything I can do for you?

His questions settle around her. She muses quietly for a few moments before she finally swivels her delicate head toward him. "I have lost my sister," she says quietly into the space between them. Her milky eyes settle on him beneath a thick veil of onyx lashes. "I am worried that the Su Ata has claimed her life for his own."

She ignores the dull ache of her scratches and scrapes, and the fatigue that lights her muscles ablaze.

Rasheda - Alkhal Teke - 4 years old - Black Minimum Sabino sightless oracle of nowhere

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