The Lost Islands
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~ defined by no man, you are your own story,






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Foolish Innayat.

She could hear her father now. His words would be sharp and disapproval laid thick across his tsking tongue, his dark eyes smoldering as they looked at her. But how was she supposed to of known? It wasn't common talk to speak of coupling and the consequences of it. She had lost herself in his embrace, the suave in his voice and the tender kisses he laid across her spine. She had lost who she was in that moment and succumbed to the need of her flesh.

But after those moments spent together, he had disappeared, abandoning her to fears and worries that now plague her mind. He had left her to feel the growth and swelling of her belly, all of the new sensations in her body, and all of them frightened her. She spent many nights alone, her brilliant blue eyes cast to the sparkling heavens overhead. She had prayed silently and then the realization came to her.

She needs no man. She would raise this child on her own.

A movement catches her brilliant blue gaze and instantly the hair along her spine bristles and her eyes narrow. There he was, back from the dead it seems. A harsh snort rushes through her flaring nostrils and her delicately chiseled head rises high on her arching neck. She can not help the scowl that contorts her lips nor the anger that boils beneath her gilded and white skin.

As she draws closer, her legs extend into a floating trot - well as floating as her pregnant belly would allow - and moves gracefully across the shifting sands. Her ears lace back against her poll and her mouth opens to reveal her blunt teeth.

"You left us!" she squeals as her teeth reach toward the flesh along his thick crest. She did not care for his excuses nor the lies that would drip from his lips like honey. She only cared that he had left her... them, and wandered off to only Allah knows.

And so he would pay for the fear he had instilled in her heart with his own flesh.

~ defined by no man, you are your own story,



I n n a y a t
Dune Walker
Marwari Mutt | 4 years old | 15.0 | Mare | Buckskin Rabicano Sabino

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