The Lost Islands
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Aralusian | Grullo (EE aa Dd) | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs

Nikola was not intimidating as he thought he should be of the opposing grullo. Surely they pair had seen more bad than good and Morgan's attitude might be justified, but he wasn't about to go asking. Dark eyes focused on Morgan, tipping his head down slightly in agreement. And with Isoke's words to back them up, he took a step back before going to turn away. He paused however as a crack of thunder rolled overheard, lightning lighting up the sky a moment before. "I suggest you make it up the Ridge before it begins to really come down," his words coming out whole and proper, having not dropped his mask yet. There were some sheltered places upon the mountain itself that would do nicely to keep them safe and dry if they chose.

Without another word, he glanced towards the bright eyed filly peeking around her mother at him, smiling some before he trotted off the in other direction, towards the path that would wind and bring him to the clearing up into the heart of the Ridge. He supposed that his father would have snatched the filly 'baldheaded' as he would call it, grab at the spine of her neck and trash 'till she was gator food. He gave an angry snort, ears pinning as his hooves left soft mushy ground and met slick hard stone. 'How did joo come out to be s' weak?' his mother's words spat at him, the grullo stallion now too tall for her to tower over.

Nikola shook his head and made his way up the path, clearing skittering pebbles as he went along. Out of sight from the beach, he only hoped the group he'd left below would find somewhere safe to hide away.

Not that they were any of his business.


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