The Lost Islands
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winning's losing with a couple strings


did you ever think that if you got everything
all the records they don't play the same

There is no reason to thank me, ma’am. Polite words spoken from the lips of a man on death’s door. If he wasn’t soaked in blood and trembling with pain she might’ve given him a kick just out of irritation that he could be so kind while he suffered what he did. I came into the inlet to find hopefully someone that would willingly follow me home, he continued. The stallion kept speaking, mentioning the cat and his luck, but Miriella was no longer listening.

When she had smelled the Lagoon she had immediately assumed Vadim was coming for her at last. She’d been ready to give him a piece of her mind for making her wait so long. When she’d realized it wasn’t Vadim, but another stallion, she’d thought he’d either sent someone else to get her, or taken so long the Lagoon had taken it upon themselves to come fetch her. Miriella had not thought of anything but herself, and knowing that this stallion hadn’t specifically come for her cut right through her pride.

After all this time did Vadim not want her back?

Her thoughts were derailed as the stallion managed to give his name, his breath tight and the pain clear as day across his face.

“Lonely?” She asked, doubt clear in her voice and half of an exasperated laugh leaving her lips in a semi-translucent cloud. “Aren’t you all just like him-” she realized Nahawi couldn’t read her mind to know who she meant and spat out a bitter, “Vadim.” Saying his name out loud after silently begging it for weeks made it feel like the pain in her chest doubled. She breathed out a large sigh of air to relieve herself of the feeling. “Don’t you all just take mares you care nothing about, hide them away in the Lagoon, forget about them entirely, let them get taken away, and then leave them to rot?”

Poor Nahawi, already struggling with plenty of physical injuries, had now wound up on the other side of the acidic barrage of her own reflected anger. Unfortunately, too, he was so injured he wouldn’t be able to get up and run away from her.

prisoner of the inlet
of the lagoon, vadim's trinket

zevulun x ethra | palomino varnish roan splash



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