Island Resort
The herdland of Island Resort is a hard to find island located under the jurisdiction of the Light Kingdom. The weather is warm and kind, perfect with protection from the worst weather on one side and a playful surf on the other. Plant life is abundant here and there is a hidden sand bar leading to the island only long-time residents would know exists.
This land is closed. No herds can live here.
calling all angels;
IP: 199.8.222.105
Posted on March 31, 2011 at 10:16:00 AM by Ranimara
As time passes since the painted girl met the stallion she’d abandoned her Amazons for, she grows much rounder. Rounder, even, that the companions that now surround her. Most of them seem to be in foal, like she probably to Bahamut. But she is growing past the normal size, wider and rounder than any mare she has ever seen. But it does not bother her because she does not feel any more uncomfortable than when she bore her first foal, so she simply assumes that she’s bearing an unusually large child. As the others introduce themselves she listens, watching them interact. They all seem friendly, and she maintains her smile for everyone, even Spite. Spite seems the least friendly but the child’s enthusiasm more than makes up for it.
And then the stallion is moving amongst them, offering individual greetings. She flicks her ears forward at him, returning the touch as he passes, inhaling the masculine scent that is rapidly becoming as familiar as her own. Quietly, she listens to his words about the land and its suitability. Her strange blue eyes are lifted to the horizon, agreeing that it is a truly beautiful place. Not as comforting as the Falls and not as wildly beautiful as the Jungle, but the tropical weather is soothing and the new sights and sounds are exciting.
It is these thoughts that she is lost in when he moves away, and she is brought back to reality sharply by the sound of his hoofbeats and subsequent whinny. For a moment she stands perfectly still, body tense and ears forward as she considers, but then she realizes that he is playing. That this is her new life – she doesn’t have to worry about being attacked, about her jobs within her Kingdom, about recruiting – he will worry for her, and she is free simply to be. To learn about herself and her herdmates and her wild nature. When this thought processes she takes off, bucking playfully and galloping (as fast as her cumbersome barrel will allow) to follow him. And then she nickers back at the other mares, wanting them to play too. Within moments she reaches him, reaching out with a tentative muzzle to touch Bahamut’s side and then pull playfully at his dark mane with her teeth.
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