The Lost Islands
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Meadow

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

we could be strangers in the night


YOUR LOVE IS ALWAYS DANGEROUS
and now i'm lost in us


A swim to Crossing Isle would be the distraction Zevulun decided he’d sorely needed. His head felt like it was becoming crowded as so much happened all at once. Firstly, he ran into a sister he never knew he had. This was obviously joyful news, except that a part of Zevulun felt guilty and wronged that he’d never known her existence until now. The same could be said for his daughter, Ysabel, though the pain was a great deal more. He’d thought he was prepared for meeting the children he’d abandoned, wrapped up in his own grief, but when it actually happened it shook him down to his very core.

Zevulun had always been a rather emotional stallion. Not to say he was overdramatic, but he felt everything so terribly deeply. When he loved, he loved with all the passion he had in his body. When his loved ones were wronged or in danger, he threw all of himself into the fray with reckless abandoned, eyesight blinded red by rage. When he was checked and shown, directly in his face, what a horrible individual he was? Shown the evidence that his abandoning them had caused so much pain and grief that never needed to be caused in the first place…

Zevulun shuddered where he was standing on the shoreline of Crossing Isle. He hadn’t slept much the last few nights, often making up excuses about border patrols or having scented or heard coyotes and bears. But really he just plodded along the border of his home with his head hung low, eyelids drooping, and heart breaking. His mind would run for hours and hours on end trying to figure out a solution to fix everything and make it better.

He always came to one conclusion: He couldn’t.

A quick, firm shake of his head physically pushed those aching thoughts away and he blinked as he assessed where he was standing on Crossing Isle. He was here to give himself a brief reprieve and distraction from those thoughts, not to wallow deeper into them. The cream and white stallion drew a breath that was more hopeful than he actually felt, sighed, and started forward. He was rather close to the Meadow, which would be his first stop to see if there were any horses he could find a conversation with.

The sooner, the better.

Zevulun’s pale blue eyes swept the expanse of the Meadow and landed square on a mare just down the way from him. She was standing at it’s edge with her nose pointed up. Zevulun glanced up where she was looking at all the changing leaves, then tucked his head back down and felt himself smile.

Oh, the fool. He couldn’t help himself.

Zevulun drew steadily closer to her, nickering in a soft, beckoning tone to catch her attention in case she hadn’t noticed him. He smiled again when her eyes met his, then stopped just far enough to stretch his neck and head toward her, where she could stretch hers and they could share a breath. When they did, he was surprised to smell the familiar scent of Luthien beneath the fresh saltwater on her coat.

“Hi- I hope you don’t mind the company. Are you from Luthien, by chance?” He peered at her intriguingly, then wondered where she lived and with who. The last thing he needed to do right now was piss off one of his neighbors. He had enough problems.

Zevulun smiled politely. “I’m Zevulun, I lead the Prairie.”

lead of the prairie
nephilim x aubrey; cremello splash snowcap (ee Aa CrCr nSpl LpLp nPATN2)

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