It took most of his willpower and the sacrifice of some of his pride to stride back onto the famous beaches of Atlantis. He looked toward the south where he knew Paradise lurked just over one of the hills of the Ridge. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of his skeletons that lived there and he turned away hurriedly. The Ridge had once been his home and he remembered the well-traveled paths well. Slowly he began to climb the path that would lead him to the outskirts of the land.

Finally he came to a halt alongside one of the rocks that would mark his entrance into the land proper. Here he would wait. As a well-mannered person should he let out a an announcing call to reverberate between the hills, his mild tenor distorting and fading as it traveled but he knew if the stallion was present it would be heard. Now it was merely a waiting game.

stallion // mixed // fifteen.three // eight // bay dun tobiano [Ee/Aa/Dd/nT] // riley
beckett x summer