The Lost Islands
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we could be strangers in the night
Posted on December 8, 2021 at 07:47:21 AM by zevulun


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


Zevulun had been doing somewhat better at remaining home during the day despite the insistent desire to run far, far away from his troubles. It wouldn’t have been so terrible if he hadn’t made mistakes when he left Luthien, but unfortunately he wasn’t capable of denying his whims as much as he thought he was. He had been away from the islands for too long, tucked away in only his family’s company and kept from his… desires. Every day the longing to have a family again grew stronger and stronger and pushed him to do such stupid things.

Of course, it wasn’t only the idea of having children that’d made him pursue mares he shouldn’t.

Zevulun had always been weak to his heart’s desires.

The island was ever abundant with temptation and Zevulun found himself quickly falling back into old habits. Why hadn’t getting older made him wiser? Wasn’t that what was supposed to happen?

As the pale stallion cursed himself mentally (something he’d been doing a lot of this past season) he made his way closer and closer to the shadowed canopy of the Forest. Zevulun paused near the border and glanced into the maze of trees, amused at how crowded it seemed now that he was used to walking across the Prairie’s hills every day. The lingering scent of Persephone, Queen of the Forest - and, if she wanted, Zevulun would bow to her entire monarchy over Luthien - invited him.

He had never seen Persephone the way he did other mares, nor had he ever treated her that way. Was it because she reminded him so much of Mariael?

Zevulun’s heart ached and his blue eyes were sad. Mariael…

Without realizing he was moving, Zevulun’s pale legs carried him across the invisible border that divided his and Persephone’s territory. He wandered through the brush, hooves stirring and crunching wet, brown leaves that laid thickly discarded over the ground. He inhaled to keep the queen’s scent, and rumbled a whinny low from his chest when he caught sight of her just beyond another group of trees.

She was the only thing close to Mariael he had any more.

“Morning, Persephone.” He said, kindly enough and with a smile as he approached and reached to meet her muzzle with his and share a polite breath. His winter coat was growing in too, and his Tinuvel blood still made him quite a shaggy creature and less the smooth, shiny-coated cream creature of spring and summer. “I caught your scent and thought I’d come say hello.” He explained, gesturing over his back from where he’d walked.

Only, now that he was here he realized he wasn’t sure if this was the level of idle friendship she considered them to be. Was he the sort of friend, neighbor, who could drop by unannounced for a chat?

“I met your daughter Sabran on Crossing Isle,” he said, remembering the pretty young spitting image of her mother, “She’s a wonderful young mare. You must be quite proud of her.”

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

image (c) pacificnoir@da


ooc: I hope you don't mind a surprise, sudden zev visit so soon after his last one LOL I just love persy and I love their relationship so I wanted to come throw him at her 🥺

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