The Lost Islands
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I Say a Little Prayer (Birth/Open)



She has spent most of the last month on the main island getting used to the cold. Pregnancy provided her with some warmth, but being born and raised in the Dunes made things more difficult. She has sworn to her lover, and what was left of her family, that she would learn the habits of her heritage on the cold island of Tinuvel where her father lived. She was a Fjord, bred for harsh climates in yet her Marwari blood kept her close to the warm sands for the past two years. She has never ventured further than the falls until now.


Her shaggy winter coat made her look larger than she was, but as soon as she hit the sea everything was weighed down with water. Tinuvel was within her sights as her legs kick her towards the shore. Something strange began to happen the closer she got to the nearest beach. Pain rippled across her belly, her whole body tighened, and she began to squeal. An agonizing, pain-stricken, squeal erupts from her dark lips as she kicks more feicesly towards the shoreline. She makes it with just enough time to scurry up the beach and further inland.


She doesn't make it far, just to the shelter of some trees, before her baby was born. Instincts kicked in as she began to clean off her first child as he bleated with life. "Your father and I have talked about a few names, but now that I see you, Mánagarmr fits best." She snuggles her head against the small child's. "My little Mána." She begins to hum softly as the grullo colt stands for the first time. He falls a few times, but with help from his mother, he finally becomes stable. Little Mána takes a few shakey steps underneath his mother as he reaches for his first drink of life.


LEILYN
grullo - marwari x fjord - 15.2h - liland x desirie - of nowhere




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