The Lost Islands
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i dream in phosphorescence

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Nothing that the black beast let slither from his maw made sense to the stallion. Sweat dripped in beads down his neck as Helios considered every implication of the words, the gross images that came to mind with every syllable. Somehow, this had to end: this ceaseless targeting of the Dunes. How though? How could he possibly find a way to placate Lucifer that wouldn't further compromise his family or his integrity?

Mind racing for an answer upon his previous thought, the Arabian's dark eyes followed the brute into the surf as he began to retreat to whatever hole he crawled out of. Perhaps.. there could be a way forward. It was hell of a gamble, and Helios knew there would be more than one infuriated member of his herd before the day was over.. if Lucifer was intrigued enough to accept. "Lucifer," the copper male bugled over the crashing surf. He strode forward, hooves sinking into the coarse sand. Ashen nostrils flared as Helios settled on the words of his offer.

"If the idea of truce or at least neutrality appeals to you, then I have an offer for you in the pursuit of that end." His tail lashed, cream strands sending tiny droplets in a minute spray upon his canons. This the only outward sign of his hesitation. His hope, at best, was to foster some kind of goodwill between the two of them. This hope largely relied on the capabilities of someone other than themselves. "Should the idea of a contract service appeal to you as a way to repay your year's waiting to retrieve Romaro, then return this spring. I only make this offer once; so think carefully."

Helios


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