The Lost Islands
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recite your prayers in the dead of night [OPEN]

† recite your prayers in the dead of night †

Once she had eaten her fill in the common lands Lucifer had guided his new prize back to his newly acquired home. Initially Witche wasn’t impressed by the sandy dunes that the black stallion had won in combat. Of course she tried not to portray her true feelings and offend her new … Master? Witche wasn’t entirely sure what to call the relationship she had with her new king. She would just have to find out in time. Eventually Lucifer had left her side to attend to other business elsewhere. She almost pouted in mock dejection. Though truthfully it had been nice to have gotten so much attention. Now that she was here there was far less chance of another stallion running in to swoop her off her hooves.

She had spent the last few days exploring the dunes. Familiarising herself with the territory's coastline and borders. She had been accustomed to living in such arid environments in her last home, so she is certain that she would adapt to this new land quickly. Though it would have been nice to be somewhere more lush. The scraggy vegetation here was sparse and rather chewy. Eventually she found somewhere relatively sheltered to sleep through the frigid night. Another drawback to these types of places; sweltering hot during the day and bitterly cold at night.

It was just before daybreak when she felt something smooth slide slowly across her shoulder before starting to inch its way up her neck. Gradually lifting her head from the sandy ground Witche focused her mocha colored eyes on a snake. Most mares would have freaked out but this young mare watched the serpent with mild fascination. It’s pretty black scales almost sparkled in the dim prelight of dawn. No doubt the viper was venomous but Witche knew that if she didn’t hurt it; then it (probably) wouldn’t hurt her. There was no point in wasting such precious venom on a victim far too big to eat. However, now she had to bid her time and wait for her visitor to leave before she could get up.


W I † C H E

mare - three years - dunes


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