The Lost Islands
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the hind's crown;



Mṛgaśira


[ mh ru gha SEER ah ]

Fell

▻ Sarama (x Fell) ◅


It feels overwhelming, terrifying, that this stranger might succeed. She had heard enough horror in her time being old enough to draw the attention of a stallion to know that she had to fight like hell or risk so much more than just a broken heart. He is bigger than her by almost a full hand, he is built better even in his young age, he is accustomed to fighting in a way she had only glimpsed during spars amongst her father and uncles every so often.

So she slams herself into him, kicks at him, bites at him; she thrashes as though (and it did) her life depended on it. Fell could divorce her for even being alone this long with a male that could overpower her. She would be forced to leave Sarama, leave this island she had only just started making her home, become a divorcee in a world of men who sought untouched flowers for their gardens.

But the painted, pallid faced, stallion does not falter. She screams, repeatedly, and he only comes closer, ties into her nearer. The heavier, weightier contact with him turns her fight into panic, maddened flailing that only hurt her success in hindering him further. She is gasping out a sob when she feels him suddenly flung away from her haunches and hears the resounding hammered thud of bodies connecting past her pounding heartbeat in her ears.

She is, only by luck and Fell’s efficiency, out of the way of the resulting scuffle -- and she takes off from where his path of churned earth could lead her back to where the rest of the herd had been holding up..


OF THE TINUVEL BAY

▻ five years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅



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