The Lost Islands
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unlit the light to embrace the dark

A call of a stallion came along with the strange cries of birds she could never have dreamt of seeing as they lurked within the lively green all around her. Raisa’s hooves pressed hard into the loamy earth below her to stop her excited steps as she lifted her skull and swung it toward the direction she thought she’d heard the call. Her own lips broke apart and a whinny released from their depths as though she was desperately calling after him. Here I am! I’m here! The heart in her chest pounded against it’s cage and her tail lifted high off her flanks while tangling in the stray ocean breeze. Raisa broke into an immediate smile the very moment she saw the older stallion Hollowpoint stepping into sight and coming towards her. The euphoria at seeing him was so great she nearly arched her neck and gave a buck but instead she forcibly kept herself standing still even as her muscles twitched beneath her skin and her nostrils quivered.

If she could have blushed Raisa knew her skin would be burning brightly where his lips had laid a gentle touch against her skin. Instead she smiled and gave a soft giggle behind her closed lips, tucking her head down and dancing a step or two to the side as her tail flicked out behind her. “I’m so happy to be here!” Was finally what she managed to blurt out when there were a million other things she could say or wanted to say and it was with a wide smile she drew back a breath and looked around them. “Your home is beautiful, Hollowpoint!” It was such a striking contrast to her own that Raisa’s mind could hardly believe it! The intensity of the beauty was increased by a tenfold simply because it was so many things she didn’t know or had never seen. The colors were so rich, so vibrant, and looking back at Hollowpoint after giving the Ridge a panoramic view she saw he fit just perfectly here.

Suddenly it wasn’t even the Ridge or Atlantis that caused a swell of emotions to rush through her greater than the pull of the tide, but Hollowpoint himself. Her limbs quivered slightly and she averted her blue eyes, smiling and ducking her head somewhat shyly. “Thank you so much for letting me come visit.”


two year old filly of the inlet born from anzhelina by zavulon
black tobiano, fifteen.one hands



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