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






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The desert sands shift beneath her hooves with every sultry breeze across the dunes. Brilliant blue eyes scan across the vast sands and her heart hammers against her ribs. She has spent the last few weeks since her claim over the Dunes, wandering through the sands and familiarizing herself even more with the arid land that now belongs solely to her.

But now she finds herself deep within the territory, the swelling over her body, and her instincts drive her to find safety beside the gentle lapping pool. She can feel the contractions grow more painful with every minute that ticks by. She winces as the last contraction buckles her knees and sends her into the sands beneath her hooves.

She groans as the pains overtake her... and then the darkness begins to surround her. First, it is just at the edge of her vision but soon it overtakes her as she loses consciousness.

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Her eyelashes flutter as she is drawn back into the world. She can feel the squirming of life and instantly her instincts beckon her to her feet. Her heart hammers as she clambers to her hooves, pivots, and presses her muzzle against the wet skin of her daughter. A smile traces across her pinks lips as she looks down at the bundle of legs. Her eyes trace the white that splashes across the deep mahogany of her skin.

"Aibnati aljamila," she breathes.

And in this moment all was well. She was here with her daughter and that was all that mattered.

~ 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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