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A rose without its thorns is a sweetened form of cruelty. Posted on February 2, 2025 at 04:26:27 AM by Rosaliana
“Oh my god.” A voice wobbled, shaking as muscles quivered under patchwork fur. Eyes of pained blue closed as a tear fell from the corners. Lips trembled as Rosaliana, now four years old, turned and ran from the Shore. Her hooves hit the sands with a hard push from her hind end. Legs tucked up against her chest as her frame dove into the water. Being in the air for the start, the soft trickle of a tear being caught in the wind made her ears tuck tighter to her head. She felt the warm droplet leave her body, but had not expected to see it glistening out of the corner of her eye.
Splashing into the waves with her hooves outstretched, Rosaliana made her body just go. There was no sticking around for Nahawi or Snapdragon or even this new ruler with Snapdragon leaving. Instead, the daughter of Asphara and Romaro vanished from Atlantis all together. Her body ached with sobs during the swim, but her tall and lean frame shook itself out the moment it touched the crossing.
Taking after her mother for build, Rosaliana looked like a thoroughbred. Her lean legs, lean build, and speed came from that side of her family. The stamina she gained from her father, one she had never met. With Tyr gone now too, Rosaliana was lost. Sucking in a shuddering breath, the mare made up her mind. Nodding her head, Rosaliana walked into the commons with her patchwork frame moving. Taking on the sabino to maximum volume, Rosaliana was more white than bay dun, but her coloring snuck through to make her something of the normal for these islands.