The Lost Islands
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Falls

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


Crossing Isle had always been a place with some kind of pull over him, though his adventurous ways didn’t keep him from the other isles, either. If he wanted to discover new scenery he might swim the channels to another island, but Crossing was where he’d have better luck seeing new faces. Others were often the perfect distraction for his own sorrows, which led Zevulun to continuously submit to a pattern of mistakes that kept pushing him in the same, worn-down circle. He still hadn’t figured out what to do about his daughter, his growing feelings for Balor’s mares, his grandson loathing his son, or any other issues that had started to press in on him the last month or so.

How had everything been so quiet and peaceful for a year, lulling him into some false sense of security, like he’d been a fool to ever leave in the first place. Well, he had, but young and grief-stricken hadn’t left him open to make selfless decisions. But with how quiet and kind the islands had initially welcomed him back, Zevulun had let himself think that’s how it would always be. His demons would be his alone to deal with in his mind, but he could retire to the luscious Prairie and never struggle again.

Life was laughing at him, surely.

The pale stallion sighed as he walked into the trees just on the outside of the Falls. This had always been his favorite place to meet other horses. There was something peaceful about the rumble of the waterfall and something lovely about seeing the way a mare looked upon the waters. Zevulun’s pale legs came to a sudden halt as a conversation from years came back into his mind.

Calypso.

He’d been young and brazen and charming, and he’d fallen in love with the pretty paradise girl with bi-colored eyes. But after their meeting, he'd learned of two Peak mares he’d covered that were going to bring his children into the world. His Aunt had been infuriated with him and things had been… complicated.

By the time he’d made it to Paradise, she’d been gone. Zevulun’s heart sank.

"My mom left too." He remembered her soft whisper. “I have been alone on Paradise." His heart ached. "Father left, he said he would come back, but I haven't seen him for months. I decided it was time to stop waiting for him." He remembered how he’d reached and touched his muzzle to her cheek, then whispered an apology if it was too forward.

"Zevulun. Do you believe in fate?"

“Yes.” He whispered out loud, replying to the memory of her sweet voice. Zevulun’s blue eyes pulled away from the falling water and up to the sky above.

By the time he’d made it to Paradise, she was gone. He hoped her family had returned for her and taken her to wherever they’d gone. He hoped she hadn’t grown so sad and alone in that territory that she took off on her own. He hoped a cruel stallion hadn’t come across her, so vulnerable, and taken advantage.

Zevulun’s eyelids closed tight as pain cut through his chest. He swallowed then slowly dropped his head, nose pointing at the ground rather than sky. His white hair tumbled around his face and he opened his blue eyes, which were undeniably darkened by the ache in his heart.

Movement distracted him. Zevulun frowned, ears twitching as he peered more closely at the pool in the Falls. There was a mare - dark, delicately striped in white with hair the most intoxicating silver - pushing further into the depths of it. His frown deepened as she kept moving forward, the water lapping over her body. When was she going to turn? Surely she didn’t mean… He looked ahead of her, where the heavy falls crashed down onto the surface.

It’d push her under. She wouldn’t be able to get out from beneath the pressure, he was sure of it…

Zevulun whinied, suddenly panicked as he charged blindly down the bank toward the water. His cream tail flagged out behind him, knees pulling high with each gait that ate the distance up between them. He splashed into the river, the force of contact making the droplets of cold water feel like the stinging bite of a fly as it splattered against his skin. He shivered against the sensation, ears back, but never once took his eyes off her.

Zevulun’s strong legs kicked hard, his heart pounding as he made to swim directly in front of her path and cut her off. She’d have to swim around him, but hopefully he’d be able to stay in front of her (and not get caught in the turbulent current nearer the Falls as he did). He snorted, neck stretched to keep his head above water and blue eyes wide as he looked toward her. His right front leg lifted and splashed with force. If they were on land, he would have given it a firm stomp. His ears turned back, though they did not pin. “Stop! You’ll go too far. It’s too dangerous.”

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

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